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Illusions

°☆• Dream or Nightmare? (Part 2) •☆°

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: When the TVA throws Loki on a journey through his past and future, it turns out to be a cruel rollercoaster ride for the god...

Warnings: angst & sadness, tiny bit fluff, a smol suggestive scene, angst, bit of pregnancy stuff, oh and did I mention angst?

Let me know if I forgot something!

Word Count: 4,1k

a/n: Well... I listened to music - those two songs to be exactly...

... and they inspired me to write this. I am already apologising, because... It's quite sad and angsty. 👀 Or to say it in Mika's words: 'This is the hardest story that I've ever told' - perhaps.

I hope y'all like it! 💚

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Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist

The grip of the Minutemen tightened painfully around Loki's arms, as the god tried to break free from their grasp - in vain. He didn't stand a chance against four of them; dragging him down one of the seemingly endless corridors of the TVA.

"Where are they taking me?!" Loki screamed over his shoulder, trying to reach the man in the brown suit with grey-blonde hair and moustache. "Mobius, where are you taking me!" The god received no answer. Not even as the Minutemen hauled him into a big room. It looked familiar, yet different.

While Loki still struggled against the men's harsh grip, he saw Mobius tapping away on his TemPad - until a well known orange 'door' opened. The TVA agent nodded at the Minutemen, who started to move once more - straight towards the portal. "Mobius! Please!" Again, no answer; causing Loki's patience to wear thin. "I demand to know what this is!"

Shortly before the god's body could touch the orange barrier, they stopped - and Mobius appeared in Loki's field of view. "That happens when you break a friend's trust, Loki," he said; stepping closer. His face was stern, but his eyes were filled with a mixture of disappointment and hurt. "I don't want to do this, but you leave me no other choice."

With those words and a last gaze at the 'variant', Mobius turned around and walked away. Loki's jaw dropped. "Mobius! Mobius! Wait! You know the truth! Nothing here is real! You are a mere puppet on a string and you know it! Please!" Loki's plead fell on deaf ears. Again. And before he could say another word, the Minutemen pushed him through the portal.

Loki stumbled; the force of the unmerciful shove took him down. He landed on his knees - already waiting for the incoming pain of the impact; but there was none. At least no strong pain. He had landed rather softly. Nevertheless, slipped a soft groan past the god's lips as he straightened his back; raven curls whipping through the air. Loki looked around; scanning his surroundings - eyes widened instantly.

Underneath his knees was green grass. The air smelt deliciously of a trillion different flowers. A soft breeze rustled the trees nearby, and the moon stood high in the night sky; shining down on him and illuminating the world around him - just like the countless fireflies. He didn't even have to look further to know where he was...

Home.

He was in Asgard, and that was clearly his mother's garden. Why would Mobius send me here? Loki frowned; was confused. Slowly, he got up; brought himself back on his feet. His rather ragged and worn out TVA suit was looking even dirtier now; the green stains of the grass on his knees adding to the demolition.

Everything was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. But that was the last thing Loki cared about, honestly... "Mobius!" He called out once again. "What is this foolery?! Why did you take me home?! Is this real?! What-" The god cut off his own sentence as he suddenly heard something. Laughter... Child's laughter. It was getting closer and closer - until... A young boy with green robes and short black hair ran past him, followed by a young girl in a beautifully bright blue dress; her hair billowing in the wind. They were clearly chasing each other; running light-hearted through Frigga's garden.

Loki watched for a few seconds, before it hit him; eyes widening to the size of plates. His breath hitched in his throat as the two children came running straight towards him; his eyes settling on the little girl's face.

"Y/N..."

Loki breathed out your name; eyes still stuck on your youthful self. It send a jolt through his whole body - and especially through his heart. He remembered. This very night. Your parents and Loki's parents had to speak to the high council - and since your father was Odin's advisor, he needed to join. Frigga had sent you up to Loki's room in order to play, but the two of you chose to go outside instead. He remembered... Every second.

The laughter echoed in his ears as you and his younger self ran straight through him as if he was nothing but a mere projection. "What-" But before Loki could think further about it, the world suddenly started to spin around him. Faster and faster and faster. It took the god to the ground with a loud scream.

Like a few minutes ago, Loki landed soft. This time, though, it wasn't grass... He looked beneath himself. It was straw. Still a bit dizzy from whatever just had happened to him, he shook his head gently and brushed a few loose raven curls out of his face. Chest heaving with the deep breaths he took, he looked up - and immediately recognised this place as well... The royal stables.

"What... What is happening here? What is this?" Loki asked, but of course nobody answered his question.

Then he heard steps. Quick steps - and only a few seconds later, you appeared in the huge door frame of the stable. Now though, you weren't a child anymore. You had grown into a young woman. His heart skipped another beat at the sight of you.

Loki witnessed how you quickly ran barefoot into the stable and hid yourself behind against the wall beside the door; giggling. The next thing he noticed was a voice. His voice.

"Y/N? Y/N! Where did you go?!"

You giggled again; rolling your eyes with a smile. "Come find me, Lokes!" You called out - and Loki remembered. It was again something he had experienced. Years and years ago, of course; in his youth - but nevertheless...

Steps were heard again as a younger Loki, dressed in his armour ran around the corner. Before he could pass you by, you jumped out of your hiding place; straight into the god's arms. He was caught by surprise of course, but then a joyful laugh left his lips, before his palms found your hips and he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

Loki was still standing in the middle of the straw like frozen; watching the scene unfold in front of his eyes. His nerve ends tingled; butterflies running wild inside his belly and by the Norns, he could swear that he still felt your lips on his. How soft and kissable they were. You had been his best friend, but on that very day, you had become his lover. His princess.

Loki wanted to relive this wonderful moment in his life longer, but then he felt again that pull and the stable started to spin around him - just as he witnessed how you and him stumbled backwards into the pile of straw; lips still entangled.

"No, no, no, not agaiiiiin!"

Loki felt like falling, before he landed with a thud on a soft but also not soft underground. The smell of pine, moss and earth hit him the second Loki reopened his eyes. Different trees and plants were everywhere around him - but they were painted black. It was dark outside. Again. Looks like the Asgardian forest, the god thought; running a hand through his hair. I must be in the woods.

Loki looked around; eyes searching for you, and after taking a few steps, he found you - and himself. This time, he dared to step closer, giving the fact that he couldn’t be seen anyway. Twigs snapped underneath his feet as he approached you.

You and Loki were on a small glade; a picnic blanket keeping your clothes from getting dirty. You had an arm underneath your neck to support your head - just like Loki, while your free hand was intertwined with his. Both of you were gazing into the night sky; pointing at different stars.

Loki came to stand directly beside you and himself; watching. He swallowed hard; knew exactly where the TVA had taken him. The god had figured out quickly that he was obviously 'travelling' through his memories. And that 'journey' or by Odin's sake whatever this was seemed to have one thing in common... You. No wonder, though. You had always been the key element in Loki's life. You were the one who kept him grounded. His anchor in the raging storms he had to face. Be it his father, brother, Warriors Three or heritage. You had been always there for him, until... Well, until Thanos and New York happened. He always wanted to find his way back to you, but then the TVA ripped him out of his timeline.

Loki swallowed hard in order to suppress the upcoming tears in his eyes; the full force of the realisation hitting him, that he was probably never ever going to see you again. Feel you again. Taste you again. His heart yearned for you - more than ever now, and all he wanted was to go back.

The god got ripped out of his thoughts, as he watched it happen before him. He had been so nervous back then. Afraid of rejection.

"Y/N, I... I know that this might come out of the blue and way too soon, but... I-I can't wait any longer. I-I want to finally make you entirely mine. I can't imagine a life without you anymore. I need you. My heart needs you. It belongs to you already anyway, so..." Loki reached in the pocket of his trousers. With a shaky hand he presented a silvery ring, which was literally shining in the pale blue moonlight. You gasped; hands flying up to cover your mouth, "Would you do me the honour and become my wife?" and then tears started to fall quickly. "N-Norns, L-Loki, I-" You had to take a deep breath to calm your racing heart - something Loki misinterpreted slightly. Fear struck him. "I-I know I can't afford you what my brother could. No title of being Asgard's queen. No throne. No-" You immediately interrupted him with your lips on his.

"Loki, stop that nonsense right now. I don't want Thor. I never did. And I definitely don't need or want the throne or being called the queen. All I need..." You cupped his chiselled cheek; gazing deeply into his blue eyes. "... is you, my prince. Always have been. Always will be. I love you. So, yes. Yes. I want to marry you."

A relieved, light-hearted laugh escaped his lips, before he smiled brightly and slipped the ring on your finger.

Loki, who still stood on the sideline, watching, found himself smiling. He loved that memory; held it close to his heart. It was such a special day for him - and you.

Before he could reminisce for too long, he got pulled out again. This time, though, the world faded entirely to black around him...

Once Loki woke up and slowly came to his senses, he felt pain shoot through his whole body. Perhaps because he had landed full force on a stony underground - unlike before. Nevertheless, he quickly felt a change. Something was different. It was not like the last three times.

Groaning, the god lifted himself off the ground - and immediately recognised what exactly had changed. He was still on Asgard; on the balcony of his chambers, to be exactly, but... He frowned, as he saw you standing underneath the sinking sun; gazing aimlessly into distance with the engagement ring he had given you twinkling in the red-orange rays. He couldn't remember. This time, he couldn't remember. Even though he tried hard to. This was not one of his memories...

Loki stepped closer towards you; eyes never leaving your frame. You were sad. He could tell. Not just because at the look on your face. He could feel it.

Silent tears were running down your cheeks, causing Loki's heart to cry out in pain. He had always hated to see you cry. That hadn't changed. It never would. "Y/N..." Loki whispered. "What is wrong, my love?" You didn't answer; just kept on crying quietly. He wanted to speak up again - but you spoke first.

"Oh Loki..." You cried softly; wiping away some stray tears. "Where are you?" You asked; gaze still directed up into the sky. "I hope you find your way back to me, my beloved... Someday..." His eyes widened; and he immediately started to run the last few meters separating you from him. Loki wanted to comfort you; wrap you up in his arms and wipe away your tears - but he never reached you. His feet stuck suddenly to the ground, as the world slowly started to spin around him. "No, no, no..." Loki mumbled in slight panic; desperately trying to free himself - but his feet wouldn't budge. It was almost like they suddenly acted on their own will.

"Y/N!"

He decided to use his voice instead. "Y/N! I'm here! I'm right here, darling!" Loki reached out his hand - but it was too late. Darkness overcame him as got sucked in the next dark hole, before he got spit out somewhere else.

The ground beneath him was familiar. As if he had been here before - and he was. Loki felt the soft grass of the royal gardens underneath his fingertips, as he heaved his tired body off the grassy ground.

Yes, he was right back to where he was in the beginning - but this time, his mother's garden looked different. Everything was beautifully decorated. Countless white chairs were lined up in front of him; each of them looking neat and elegantly - just like the people sitting on them. White rose petals were everywhere. It was beautiful. The god swallowed hard. He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly that he must've landed at a wedding. His gaze drifted to the archway at the end of the passageway; formed by the chairs. It was as well beautifully decorated with white curtains and roses. And underneath the archway... Loki's heart stopped to beat for a moment.

It was you.

You were standing there, wearing the most beautiful wedding dress he had ever seen. Your hair was braided into a stunning plait; speckled with daisies. His heart skipped another beat; pumping pure love through his veins.

But the problem was the same. He couldn’t remember. This never happened. He never had the chance to finally marry-

Loki couldn't believe his eyes. All the people on the chairs, his family standing beside the archway, you... Suddenly everybody turned to face him. Suddenly, every pair of eyes was on him; leaving the god even more confused. Can they see me? Can she see me? Is this real?

Loki felt how the emotions got stuck in his throat. This moment... He had waited for this to happen such a long time. And all of a sudden, it was within reach.

Tears clouded his eyes, as he found himself running again towards you - towards his future; towards everything he ever desired and wanted.

This time, he actually managed to reach you - and for a moment, Loki believed that this was truly happening. That he was going to finally marry you right here, right now. You stretched out your arm towards him. Loki breathed out a teary laugh; reaching for you. He wanted to take your smaller hand into his bigger one; feeling your warm, soft skin finally against his - but he couldn't. His hand just slipped through yours, as if you were a ghost. He tried again - with the same result.

"Take my hand. Come on, Lokes..." You suddenly spoke up; smiling brightly. Your bright Y/E/C eyes were literally shining. "What are you waiting for?"

Loki felt like crying. His happiness washed away like sand on a beach - within a few seconds.

Frantically, he tried to reach for you again. "I-I want to, my love! I want to, b-but... I can't... I-" Loki's body froze once more; signalling him exactly what was about to happen. "No! Please!" He was powerless. He couldn't do anything against it as he got pulled away from you - again.

Another familiar setting, but no familiar memory. It felt like everything happened faster and faster; draining his physical and emotional energy. Whatever this was... Whatever Mobius had thrown him into... It was cruel. Torture.

Loki's body hit the very soft ground with a thud. It was softer than ever before. His palms glided over the surface; realising that he had landed undoubtedly on his bed - and the furniture around him belonged to his chambers.

He would've loved to just stay there and close his eyes to make it all stop, but when he heard the sound of bare feet touching the floor, he got up. Loki's head turned to follow the steps and when his eyes found you, did they widen immediately.

You were standing in the doorway; leading towards his bathing chambers. Nothing but a flimsy satin robe covered your body - which glided off your shoulders and fell to the floor, just in the moment when Loki's eyes settled on you.

The god swallowed hard; jaw slacking. You wore nothing underneath. He just stared. Stared at the holy temple which was your body. Memories flooded his head of endless nights (and days) he spent with you beneath the sheets; worshipping this temple - like you deserved. Like the goddess you were. It shot a warm feeling throughout his whole body; nerve ends tingling with desire - but it also left another gaping hole in his already bruised and battered heart.

He'd be never able to touch you again. To feel your beautiful curves underneath his fingertips; to touch your warm skin with his lips and kiss every square inch of your body.

"Are you finally joining me, my prince?" The sound of your angelic voice grabbed his attention; eyes focusing on your face - which was directed at him now. You were looking over your shoulder; hands working on freeing your hair from the plait.

"Time to consummate our marriage, husband."

It was the last thing you said, before you vanished inside the god's bathing chambers. Loki's feet and hands twitched. He desperately wanted to rip his clothes off his body and follow you, but he wasn't even able to finish that thought.

Darkness swallowed him whole once more.

Loki found himself kneeling on the stony surface of his balcony once again; exhausted. He couldn't take this anymore. His heart couldn't take this anymore. He just wanted it to stop. Unless he was going to break - and little did he know that what was coming now really did break him. The straw that broke the camel's back.

Sure, Loki could've just kept his eyes glued to the ground and not look up, in order to spare himself some pain - but being the fool in love he was, he couldn't. No matter how much it hurt... Seeing you was just too tempting. So, he somehow managed to stand on both feet again and looked up.

You were leaning against the beautifully crafted railing. You hair was flying in the warm summer breeze. You were clearly enjoying the warm rays of sunshine on your face and the naked skin which wasn't wrapped in the beautiful emerald green dress you were wearing.

A goddess. You looked like a goddess.

Loki's eyes wandered over your body - but suddenly froze in place. He felt his heart drop for the millionth time; but this time it shattered into a trillion pieces. The god's knees buckled; legs almost giving in. Pregnant. You were visibly pregnant. There was no doubt - and with the next blink of his eyes, the tears started to mercilessly fall; wetting his ragged shirt.

"N-No, please... Please..." He didn't even know what he was begging for. For his eyes to betray him? For this to end? For you to finally be able to notice him? For the illusion to fall?

The smile on your face was brighter than the sun itself, as you ran your palms absent-mindedly over your swollen stomach - until it dropped and your eyes widened for a moment; looking shocked. Loki's heart was jumping over the cliff alongside your smile - but then you breathed out a laugh.

"Loki, I... I can feel her!" Her? "She's kicking! Come, feel!"

Your words caused even more tears to roll down the god's cheeks, as he began to shake his head. "I-I can't, Y/N, I-I can't..." Loki whispered; voice filled with despair and sadness.

But you couldn't hear him - and perhaps didn't even see him. That hadn't changed. But it didn't stop you from doing something you hadn't done the last three times the TVA had tortured him with your presence. You walked over to Loki; stopping mere inches in front of him. To feel you so close almost caused his heart to explode. He inhaled a shaky breath; swearing that he was able to smell you.

"Feel, my love," you repeated - and without blinking grabbed his hand to press it against the side of your stomach. Loki gasped; his whole body shivering. Your warm, clothed skin suddenly on his; the soft fabric of the dress underneath his fingertips; the clearly noticeable kicks against his palm. It was overwhelming. So overwhelming, he didn't even question why you were able to actually touch him.

It was a small moment of bliss, before he broke entirely...

In this moment of bliss and blinding love, he wanted to reach for your hand and bury his head against your baby bump to feel more - but like before, he couldn't. His hand slipped through yours, as if he was trying to capture air. This realisation dragged him back down to earth, reminding him that this was nothing but a cruel game the TVA played. It wasn't real.

Loki broke. His legs gave in as he sunk to his knees; palm slipping from your body. His vision went blurry.

"Mobius, please... D-Don't do this to me, please... I can't anymore. I can't. I-I know this isn't real. I know it isn't. Please stop it. I can't have that w-with her - I-I never will. She is n-not truly here. Please. Have mercy. I can't take this any longer." He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. It was all too much.

All of a sudden, everything got quiet around him. All Loki could hear were his own muffled cries and sobs. The god had curled himself up into a ball - nothing more than a picture of misery.

He didn't know how long he was half kneeling, half laying on the cold ground. Perhaps only a few seconds; perhaps a few hours - but at some point he could hear quiet steps approaching. Brown dress shoes came into his field of few. Definitely not you.

"Loki, I... I didn't know, I... I am sorry." A soft, familiar voice urged to Loki's ears. "I didn't know that Ravonna would send you through this..." Mobius.

The god lifted his head; looked straight into the sorrowful, compassionate face of his 'friend'. The agent offered him his hand, which Loki took to lift his exhausted body off the ground. "W-What... What was that? Torture, I assume." The man opposite him swallowed visibly. "It... It was a glimpse into the future, but also an illusion." Loki's eyebrows slanted into a frown, causing Mobius to explain further.

"What you saw was everything that happened... and could've happened."

Now he understood; a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "You showed me something I'd die for to have but never could. She's out of reach - and she'll forever be. Just like what you showed me. Am I right?" Mobius swallowed again; didn't dare to say something. So, he just nodded carefully.

Loki's heart broke all over again; another bitter laugh finding its way past his lips. It truly hurt Mobius to see him this way.

"I am sorry. I didn't know that Y/N-" The god shook his head, interrupting him immediately. "Don't. Just stop, please."

Defeated, the TVA agent nodded.

A few beats of silence passed, before a small whirring sound announced the opening of a portal. "Come on. Let's get you out of here and talk, huh?" Loki nodded; wordlessly following Mobius.

There was no point in arguing or stepping up against him. Loki's glorious purpose was gone. He had lost - everything which ever meant something to him. His brother. His mother. His life. But especially, he had lost you - and the life he could've had with you. Love. A happy marriage. A child. Everything was gone within the blink of an eye; and only now did he realise, that he already had lost all of it the second he made that one wrong step which got him here.

There was no point in fighting anymore. He had nothing left to fight for. All that was left, was a gaping hole in his broken heart.

No hope. No love. No happy ending.

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Enchanted~..

Chapter 3

Yandere! Strawhats + more x witch Fem! Reader ✨

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“Ohh? So you’re hiding something now are you? I guess you don’t want people to see, so just let me see!”

Raising an eyebrow, a smirk now sprawled across your face, the feeling of eyes followed your every movement.

Multiple of them.

But at that moment, you weren’t focused on that. At that moment you were determined. Quickly, you uttered the words of your spell and surprise, surprise. A light forest green beanstalk spring beneath your feet to just meet his hight.

His observation haki wasn’t expecting that now wasn’t it?

For some reason, he didn’t stop you. Shocked expressions were plastered on everyone’s face from just your first step of what you were going to do. Staring into his red pink eyes meeting with yours, his constant muttering and talking (which you tuned out) was the only thing you could really hear now as you then grabbed his scarf abruptly and pulled it down with all your might!

GASP

….

silence…

You stared up at the sight before and then..your eyes softened.

“..seriously..? That’s It?..you had me thinking it was a huge scar or something!”

You laughed, now giving a closed eyes smile. His face was full of utter shock in surprise.

..what?..you weren’t scared..? You thought it was..not ‘that bad..?’

A soft smile rested upon your lips, letting out a soft chuckle, you sighed.

“There’s nothing wrong with you..that kind of beauty never really scared me anyways..”

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Beauty..?

Slowly..his eyes watered..

Tears.

That was a natural response in the body but something else was going on..something was wrong.

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The sea was sparkling, the air was fresh, everyone was laughing and chattering, everything just seemed utterly perfect.

It had been about a week or two since you joined the infamous ‘strawhat crew.’ You were absolutely welcomed with open arms. Delicious food was served to you at all times, though sanji had to put tissues in his nose every time he got close to serve you, you honestly didn’t know why though?

Yeah, It had been exactly two weeks since you left that island you’ve been stuck on for years. The one you constantly dreamed on, dreamed of leaving, dreamed of living finally.

But something just..didn’t feel quite right.

You didn’t know how to describe it or how to even begin to describe this feeling, yes you were having the time of your life, making memories with these people you’d never thought you’d make, but something just seemed..

Off.

When you tried to tell Nami and Robin about, they simply just brushed it off, saying you were just home sick.

You could remember sitting in front of the mirror, feeling their hands tangle and brush through your hair while you stared longingly at your reflection.

Brush

Your curls easily ran through brush, and by now it was surely untangled. Yet, they still kept brushing..

The silence in the room was loud, almost deafening. So quiet..yet so peaceful you could call it, taking a deep breath and glancing at the window where you could see the water move, you decided to start a conversation, you needed information since you were now a pirate right?..

“So Nami, what island our we heading to next?..im very curious..I’ve never been anywhere new before..”

You softly spoke, almost a little embarrassed by the truth but you weren’t afraid to admit it. Just that sentence alone had you thinking.

By thinking, you remembered.

The nostalgia..oh the nostalgia..

Would you ever see a place like your original home again? You could almost feel the soft grass on your feet when you would run out and play in the sun. Feel the petals of the soft, beautiful flowers and plants you used for your spells. Hear the birds sing as you would lay in the garden, reading books upon books to cure you curiosity.

“-N..Y/N..!”

You jumped a bit, finally snapping out of your trance and not even noticing the fact that you just spaced out..

“O-Oh? Yeah sorry! Could you repeat that?”

You said, hearing a soft chuckle escape Robins lips as you saw in the reflection of the mirror that Nami had her eyebrow raised. A smooth, tan arm then sprouted from the back of the chair you were sitting in. Slowly, Robin turned your head with her pointer finger to face her, making your eyes look into her sky blue ones. She was truly beautiful..

“We’re heading to Jaya island..we need information on the other place we need to go, Skypia.”

Your ears perked up, did you hear that right?..Skypia?

Ever since you were young, you dreamed about hosting there. So many books you read about this strange world you lived in..ones you’ll never forget..

Although you had no idea what the place looked like, you kind of knew exactly what to expect. The culture and place itself was fascinating.

“Skypia? Really? I’ve only heard about that place in books! And we’ll get to go to another island before that?”

So far, being a pirate was great! You knew they explored the seas and what not, but the fact you could go so many places just perfect for you..for your need to explore..

For your need to be curious..

But, something told you that..your curiosity wouldn’t be the best thing..in fact..it told you it could possibly be your downfall..

There was only one way to find that out right?

A slow sigh escaped your lips. Just what was bugging you? Everything here was great! Yes, the crew could be a bit..overbearing at times..

They wouldn’t leave you alone for a second but hey, maybe they’re just excited for a new crew mate right?..

And you were happy to spend time with all of them! You kind of couldn’t really keep a schedule because there was so many of them..but no matter what you did on the ship it involved them.

For example, reading with Robin was always peaceful..but eventually it would get too quiet..so you would go ask to be with Zoro. You watched him work out sometimes, even joining in if you were THAT bored..but napping with him was always a pleasure..

Playing with luffy, watching Nami do her work with naps, talk with Chopper while he was in his office and so on so forth..but you just now noticed, they never really gave you time to yourself..

Hmm..

You decided to simply tell the one you were hanging out with you were busy, what’s the worse that could happen right?

…

It was now lunch time, everyone was eating peacefully now, Sanji flirting with you, Nami and Robin..usual..Zoro taking close glances at you every five minutes..the usual?..Usopp feeling the need to get your attention every second..the usual..

The only remotely wholesome behavior was Chopper’s really, getting every chance he could get to sit on your lap or get some of your sweet, sweet attention..cutely though of course.

This was definitely normal behavior..for them. In all the books you read however, this wasn’t exactly right though..but like Robin said, “books aren’t always realistic..”

Cutting a small piece of your food, you bit it off from your fork casually, chewing before speaking.

“So, once we get to Jaya island..where exactly are we going to get the information?..”

You asked, looking around at the table for your answer. Luffy, with his cheery grin answered in an excited tone, tearing a piece of meat off the bone.

“Me, Zoro and Nami are gonna try to go around and see what information we can find!”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm, you couldn’t help but glance up at him from under your eyelashes. This boy..

This pure boy with the big grin, so excited about everything, it’s like he could do no wrong or be mad about anything!

Right?…

“Ah yeah! Nami told me about that earlier..so since it’s the first island I’ve been on besides home….”

When you mentioned the word ‘home’ you saw the crew stiffen up..even Sanjis eyes widened before he continued to pour some tea into Nami’s cup..

Strange.

“I’m gonna go solo and explore! I’m sure it’ll be exciting don’t cha’ guys think?”

You said with a light hearted laugh, sipping your cup of tea. They all went silent for a while, staring at you intently or something else. Usopp and Sanji especially looked rather..zoned out.

Blinking and setting your cup down back on the table, you looked around curiously. Why in earth were they so..quiet?..this was very odd.

Nami seemed the first one to snap out of it.

“Uhm well…although we know that’ll be fun for you..”

“It’s a stupid idea. You might get hurt.”

Zoro butted in, his tone blunt as he now locked his gaze on you. Raising an eyebrow you waited for someone else to back you up on this yet..

No one did.

Sighing softly, you had gotten rather..tired of their protectiveness in the past few months..but you would never say that out loud however. Something deep down told you not to.

“Well, that is very sweet that you guys..care so much..I’ll be fine! You know I can fight, it’s not like town is known for how dangerous it is or anything..”

Squinting his eyes, Zoro looked as if he was about to say more, but Robin soon chimed In with her smooth voice.

“She’s right you know? Plus, we could get very useful information if there were more of us in different places..”

A smile was brought to your lips, thanks Robin!

It soon faltered a bit once you saw her give everyone a look. A look you couldn’t really..describe. Like a message, a code someone could decipher.

Luffy let put a low grumble, trying to stare that ‘it want safe and, I’ll miss her!’ But of course that didn’t work.

Finally, you would get SOME peace right?

The sound of your shoes clicking on the pavement as you walked was oddly soothing. Even though you knew this place wasn’t the most beautiful thing in the world..you were fascinated.

The sounds, the smells the people. Everything you could get your eyes on interested you. Of course you had to take up from Nami and go on a shopping spree, new clothes were just too hard to resist! You knew they would freak once they saw them!

Since the day was sunny, your curly hair was out up into a ponytail to match the heat, humming calmly along with the tube you had in your head.

A yawn slowly escaped you as you felt your eyes flutter softly.

“Hmm..who knew shopping and exploring all day could get me this tired out....I wonder..”

You said, feeling your eyes wonder across the street to grassy clearing. The crew wouldn’t mind if you stayed for just a little longer right?..a girl did need a nap!

Walking into the meadow of flowers, you smiled fondly, picking one up and twirling it in between your fingers. It was daisy, an English daisy. The most common but still beautiful. You tried to find beauty in almost everything..everything or anyone.

Gently setting the bags and your flower down, you plucked a handful of the flowers and uttered the words of your spell..

Shroop~!

A giant, yet lovely flower surrounded you. Enclosing on you and your bags with a little pollen bed for you to rest on. Slowly stretching you felt yourself slowly smile..finally feeling the most peace you could feel at last..

………………………………………………………………………….

A yawn slowly escaped you..what time was it?..waving your hand in an almost dismissive manner around, the flower slowly sprouted, its petals revealing the outside world at last.

Blinking a few times to get adjusted, you finally started to realize..

It was..

EVENING?!

Sundown and you’d still hadn’t come back to the ship!

Oh good lord what were they going to say now??

Even though you’d hadn’t been on the ship that long you just knew deep down..

You were screwed.

Quickly grabbing all of your stuff, you ran out of the meadow to the ship. While you were running however, you passed a man.

Not just any man though..

His aura..his vibe, felt different..

You looked at him, eyes slightly squinted once you were able to spot him clearly.Your eyes locked.

He was tan, big lips and beard with a big bottle of sake you assumed. A red ball necklace around his neck. He smiled. Wide too, revealing his missing and crooked teeth as you caught a glance of the golden ring on his finger.

You shivered..

Something about him didn’t seem quite right..like..

You were going to see him again soon..

Or were you just talking crazy?..

Lifting up the huge bottle, he took a long sip, the liquid slowly dripping down his chin and down to his neck as he wiped it off.

Still keeping that sane grin, a loud laugh escaped him. Remembering your face clearly as watched the people on the street pass by.

“Well,nice to meet ya too missy! I feel like I’ll be seein’ ya soon too..”

…

Did you get to the ship sooner than you expected? Yes. But did you still get very much scolded? Of course.

And they seemed very serious..almost possessive..

Just brush it off Y/N..

Brush it off..

These people were good.

Just something about the way Zoro immediately pulled you into his arms, forcing your head to meet his chest so you could feel his racing heartbeat while the others continued to chatter and scold endlessly at you for taking too long no matter how hard you tried to explain..

Yeah, they definitely weren’t leaving you by yourself..

Anytime soon.

Finally, once you got to the woman’s quarters, you couldn’t stop thinking about the eventful day you had..

Surprisingly, Nami and Robin met you do your night routine by yourself..

If you didn’t know any better, you’d suspect that the whole crew were talking about something while you were gone..

Stop it Y/N! This is crazy talk!

You thought yourself, letting out a soft groan, staring at the ceiling.

But it doesn’t hurt to check..right?..

There was a spell you knew..a powerful one that showed your future or fate..yet, it did great damage to your energy sometimes..but you had to know..you had to know if..this behavior was normal.

Sitting down in a circle full of cards you summoned, turned face down. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath..

“Secrets, secrets show yourself..show my fate,show my true self..for better or for worse I’ll know my fate..I’ll not have to alternate!”

Smoke soon filled the room, all of the cards soon floated and submerged into your head out hand. Taking a deep breath, everything went back to normal. Slowly fluttering your eyes open, you felt your shaky hands slowly start to turn the card over..

Would this finally be an answer?..

“Y/N! Come down to hang with us! We’re all gonna play a drinking game!!”

Luffy called out, causing you to blink.

Why at this time!?..

Glancing over at the card in your hand..you sighed softly, closing your eyes for a split second before gently setting it down on the floor.

Maybe it was best to not read it until later..maybe it was best to try to have some fun right now..the night was young wasn’t it?..

Getting up from the floor, you yelled down a ‘coming!’ Before hurrying down to the lower deck.

Little did you know that underneath that card..was a picture of a rose..a glittering red rose being reached out by many,many hands. Possessive hands, needy hands.

Though, that couldn’t mean anything serious..

Right?..

End of chapter 3~..

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A/N:HIIII MY LOVES~! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And yes, I did publish it late and yes it was TECHNICALLY on a Sunday 😭 but this chapter was basically getting to know Y/N, I promise other characters like all the strawhats, and more (wink, wink) will be shown more as much as their characters! I hope this is king enough honestly 😭 but I really enjoyed writing this and I must say, I’m so glad to be back! For now I will be working on my requests to try to get them back open again and since I have A LOT in waiting, then I will be getting back to this, which will be shortly so dont worry! 🌸💕

And don’t think I forgot to tag you @theg0ddesspersephone 🍀!

Until next time my pretty petals!!~

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themaskofthephantom · 27 days

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How to live like you are in Moominvalley Part 1:

Step 1: Sleep well. Make time for naps if you would like to nap. Preferably, if the weather is nice, nap on the green grass. Don’t be concerned over the length of your sleep, for all creatures need rest.

Step 2: Eat well. Cook and eat delicious foods. Have home cooked meals, not convenience foods if you can help it. When unsure of what to eat, there’s always pancakes.

Step 3: Enjoy each season for what it is. Hibernate in the Winter, celebrate the return of Spring, play and go boating in the Summer, bake and knit in the Autumn. Have something unique to each season that you can look forward to. Make it your own.

Step 4: Play a musical instrument if you can or simply make time to enjoy music. Come up with your own songs if you want. Just enjoy a tune.

Step 5: Go on hikes. Get outdoors in general at least once a day if you can. Explore the trails in your area or take trips to the mountains.

Step 6: Pick some flowers. You can decorate your home with them or make a flower crown. Let your inner child run wild.

Step 7: Have a project you’re working on. This could be literally anything. Just find something you are passionate about and make it your own. For example, I am currently working on a little tapestry on my loom.

Step 8: Write in some way. You could write your memoirs or journal or create your own recipe book or write letters to friends. Just pick up the pen.

Step 9: Make time for play. Play games. This could be as simple as hide and seek with friends or something more complex like solving a mystery box. It doesn’t matter if you are an adult either. Play is just as important for adults as it is for children.

Step 10: Go fishing. Find a little pond or creek in your area and take your pole. You can throw or keep your catch as you like. Either way, fishing can be a good way to slow down.

Let me know if you would like a part 2.

#moomin #moominvalley #snufkin #cottagecore #hobbitcore #slow living #hobbies #grounding

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pughswoman · 10 months

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Road Trip 🩷⭐

Florence Pugh x Reader

Warnings: literally one swear word, smut (fingering, making out, lap grinding ?)

a/n: this is my first time using tumblr (and second time writing smut in a year) to make a story so it's not going to be perfect! at this point in time requests are closed. i hope you enjoy:) (for more writing i'm scarlyyswife on wattpad, its not the best writing there though) <3

word count: 2K

As the soft and warm summer breeze travels it's way through the low-rider you and Florence sat in, both of your heads happily bob along to the sound of Taylor Swift's 'Lover' Album and you smile. The windows are down and the wind is gliding flawlessly throughout Flo's light blonde hair, to which you can't help but to stare.

Florence begins to sing beautifully to the song "Cornelia Street" and this only causes your adoring smile to expand as your honey brown eyes are imbued with intimacy and tenderness.

However, as you continue to stare Florence catches on and turns to you for a split second before turning her head back to the busy road ahead of her.

'What are you staring at, my dove?' She giggles.

'Not staring, simply admiring, darling,' You smirk as her cheeks turn pink, matching perfectly with her celery green eyes.

The car is pervaded with silence apart from Taylor playing in the background and the both of you humming comfortably to her songs.

As you drive past the flower filled hills you turn your head to Florence in excitement.

'Please, can we stop at one of these hills and have a picnic? There's a picnic blanket in the back, and we brought food,' You ask with a soft tone.

'Of course we can. Just don't get stung by a bee again,' Flo says cheekily and your jaw drops in false offence.

Florence pulls onto the gravel road causing the ride to become bumpy and you both break out into laughter due to the funny feeling.

After Florence parks, you unpack the car by taking a hold of the food and the picnic blanket.

The sun has begun to set - creating a colourful array of orange, pink, blue and purple hue representing the new season of summer - optimism, positive energy and a peaceful ambiance.

As you stroll between each long strands of grass, you finally arrive in an area where the grass is much shorter where you and Florence can set up.

You lay the checkered red, green, blue and purple blanket across the grass and Flo places the picnic basket down before situating herself and placing the food out around the picnic blanket.

She smiles mischievously up at you through her bright green eyes as she grabs one final thing from the basket, and you perk an eyebrow in curiosity.

Flo giggles as she pulls out one bottle of white wine with two wine glasses to which you gasp and widen your eyes.

'One glass won't hurt. And don't worry it's definitely only one because I'm driving for the next 3 hours,' She chuckles.

'You and your little surprises,' You say with a smile before you reach over for a small but intimate kiss - and by the end of it, you're both smiling as you rest your foreheads against one another's.

'I'm loving this moment right now, but I want food,' Flo says pulling away.

'Me too, let's dig in then, shall we?' You say.

Flo hums in response as she launches into the food set in front of her, grabbing two triangular cut pieces of tomato, cheese and lettuce sandwiches and one with just honey. You decide on two honey pieces and one tomato, cheese and lettuce sandwich.

You pour you and Flo a glass of wine each with one hand and pass her one to her as you bite into one of your sandwich's with the other.

'Cheers, my love,' You say as your glasses clink together.

As you and Florence sit in a pleasant stillness, you note the playfulness in the nature, the skies, woodland and the soil.

You sigh contently as the last glimpse of the vibrant orange sun rests on your pale face and you stuff your mouth with more food. This time, crackers, cheese and kabana.

Your eyes roll back at the delicious combination and your body visibly relaxes. Your eyes continue to stay shut as you embrace your surroundings.

Birds begin to chirp loudly, announcing the outset of the mellow evening. The gust of cool wind that is allowing your dresses and hair to play about gleefully, touching your skin.

Flo takes notice of how grounded you become when you're in nature and she loves every second of it. The fact that you finally allow yourself to become this relaxed and vulnerable when in the nature.

'I love you. I'm so glad I get to be with you for the rest of my life,' Florence suddenly breaks the quietness and you open your eyes to look at her.

'I love you too. I can't wait to spend the rest of my years with you,' You say softly.

A slow tear makes its way down the soft skin on your face and Flo reaches her hand up to wipe it away, but keeps her hand gently grasping your cheek. Her thumb rubs soft circles to comfort you as you stare into each other's eyes.

You were perfect for each other. Her earthy green eyes carry a deep story like exploring a big green forest, meanwhile yours are a soft brown and are like the soil where she can dig and dig to discover more about you as a person.

Florence leans in for a loving kiss - which turns into a make out - that you happily reciprocate on the top of a hill with a beautiful sunset and a beautiful fiancé.

As you break apart you react like teenagers by smiling and giggling as you again rest each others foreheads against each other's.

'Shall we head off now? We have a long drive ahead of us babe,' Flo says as she holds your cheek and you hold her waist.

'Good idea, sweetheart,' After that you pack everything away as you stand admiring your surroundings once more before you turn to Florence.

'Race you to the car?' Your eyebrow lifts as you ask the question and stare her down.

'You bet,' She says matching your perked eyebrow, and before you know it you're both running at full speed as your dresses - yours long and blue cotton, Florence's long and pink - flow elegantly through the wind that has abruptly become rougher.

Just as you expected, Florence wins the race and she's cheering happily, pumping her fists in the air as high as she can.

You can't handle her cuteness and pull her in by the waist before spinning her in a circle and landing her carefully back onto the lush ground.

Her bare feet touch the soft green grass as you hold her waist and appreciate all of her features.

Flo becomes nervous under your stare and sways her head into your chest, feeling your heartbeat.

You stand still for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence.

Then you notice the sky begin to change. And notice the fact that the wind has picked up greatly.

'As much as I'm loving this cuddle, the sky has definitely differed since last looking at it and so has the strength of the wind...' You mumble, then place a quick kiss on Florence's head.

Flo raises her head at your words and as she does she catches sight of how the sky is now a dark grey and how angry storm clouds have formed, now casing the colours behind it.

'Oh, right. Well, we better get a move on. And we need to put the roof back up again,' She says, referring to the car roof currently put down.

You quickly scramble to lift the roof cover back up over the precious car, hop in to said car, and roll the windows up, Florence following suit.

Funnily enough, right as you and Florence had completed that, rain had started to trickle down from the dull sky onto the once dry car.

As Florence pulls out of the gravel carpark, the rain becomes steady and heavy rapidly, and Florence is trying not to panic about driving while its raining.

Sensing her anxiety, you suggest some music.

'How about Taylor's folklore album? That one's quite calming and is perfect for this weather,' You suggest as you clutch her left hand in yours, rubbing your thumb over her soft skin calmly.

Flo hums as she keeps her focus solely on the road and by how her body language changes when you put the music on, you can tell that it helps.

'my tears ricochet' plays lightly as the music bounces from one side of the car to the other.

'Thank you, my dove,' Flo says without taking her eyes off of the saturated and foggy road.

'Anything for you, my pretty girl,' You say chuckling.

Florence turns nervous from your words and you feel pride soar through your veins.

'Don't make me pull this car over, baby,' Florence's voice suddenly becomes deep and raspier, causing you to gulp.

'Might actually have to because of this fucking weather,' She mumbles, rolling her eyes with a pout.

'That's my girl,' You say turning to her.

Florence grips the steering wheel and turns the car to the left, pulling over very briskly and you smirk. Just what you wanted.

Before you know it, the car is in park again and she's lifting herself over the centre console and is situating herself into your lap comfortably.

'You comfortable?'

'Very,' She rasps as she passionately joins your lips together, instantly pushing her tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan pleasantly.

Florence hoists herself up as much as she can in the tight space and pulls her dress over her small body before throwing it in the back seat and connecting your lips together again, all whilst unbuttoning your dress in the progress.

As you separate for air you recommend moving to the back as it has more space.

By the time you've moved there, Florence is already desperate. And you can tell because she's pathetically grinding in your lap.

'Easy there, baby. Remember who's in charge here?' You chuckle.

Florence whimpers as she stops her grinding and instead results in digging her nails into your shoulders making you groan.

'God, baby, you're so desperate. Already?' You say holding eye contact and she continues whimpering.

'Please. I need you,' She begs.

'Need what? This?' Florence gasps as you bring your right hand from her waist to her pussy, touching one finger onto her clothed clit as you rub small tight circles with little to no pressure.

She moans silently as her jaw drops and you smirk in delight by how easy you can make her fall apart.

'If you want it, beg,' You say.

'Please, fuck me. I need you so badly, baby. Need you so bad,' Florence begs in between more whimpers.

'Do I have your full consent, darling?' You ask.

'Yes. Please just fuck me,' She says, almost on the verge of tears.

'Alright, alright, we're getting there, love,' You say as you lift Flo up and pull her underwear down.

She makes herself secure again on your lap, in between your spread legs.

Your right hand hovers before you shove your middle and ring finger into her warm and wet pussy, thrusting swiftly, hitting her g-spot each time.

Every now and then you curl your fingers and watch as Florence's face twists in satisfaction as her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth gapes open as moan after moan escapes.

She begins riding your fingers in sync as you thrust and you can't help but to smirk again.

'Jesus, honey. You're drenched. Is this all for me?' You raise an eyebrow, making eye contact.

'Y-Yes all for you,' After that sentence she moans even louder than before and her vagina clenches around your fingers desperately.

'Please, I'm so close, please don't stop,' She moans.

'I'm not stopping, my love. Cum whenever you like,' You respond.

Florence's movements come to a halt as she grips your shoulders and her body begins to shake as her orgasm washes over her, her back arching as it finishes.

You slowly remove your fingers and lick them clean as Florence watches while catching her breath.

She whimpers in response but is clearly too exhausted for more.

You rub her back softly and kiss from her neck up to her face and on every part gently as you cherish her.

'You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for me,' You finally say two minutes later.

'Thank you,' She mumbles as she nearly falls asleep against you.

'Baby I'm going to clean you up and dress you, then put you in the front passenger seat, and I'll drive while you sleep, okay?' You say.

'Mhm,' She mumbles.

Once that is completed you pull the car into drive and continue your joyful journey.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh smut #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh

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cinnamon-girl-writes · 5 days

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dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt. 3/4

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

featuring: nobara, n. kamo, sukuna, todo | see: part 1

nobara kugisaki:

okay so nobara wants somehthing that’s super instagram-able because there’s nothing better to her than posting cute pictures of her girlfriend!!

so…she takes you to a cat cafe 💗

and oh my gosh it’s absolutely adorable

you guys wear MATCHING HOT PINK TRACKSUITS that she bought you guys for your birthday>>>

they’re plain pink and embroidered with your initials and a heart on the sleeve (XX + NK 🤍)

when y’all get there, the employee greets you and takes your food rders

then she takes you to your own private room and when you enter it’s filled with cats 🐈

there’s fluffy cats, orange cats, long hair cats, etc etc

you and nobara are absolutely in LOVE with them (and eachother ofc)

the food arrives a little bit later and it’s super good! you ordered katsudon and she ordered pan fried noodles and you got some sushi rolls to share

you take so many pictures of the cats and of each other! her favorite picture from the night is one of you smiling with your chopsticks in hand and a soft gray cat sleeping calmly in your lap 🥺

you also get a super cute picture of her holding a chubby orange cat like it’s a baby, complete with a swaddle (her jacket)

you guys had *so much fun* and have so many cute pictures to remember that night!

when you go back to her dorm that night, you scroll through all the pictures on your phones while cuddling in her bed and watching high school musical ✨

noritoshi kamo:

(inspired by this~link~ flower garden)

i think kamo is such an awesome & underrated character!! i hope y’all like him as much as I do ✨

so for background, you go to tokyo jujutsu high and kamo of course goes to kyoto jujutsu high

you met during the goodwill event and we’re just gonna pretend that shibuya didn’t happen ok 🤷🏼♀️

you and kamo have been dating for three years now and today’s your anniversary! so he wants to do something super special for you 💗

he’s very introverted so he definetly wouldn’t want to do something around a lot of other people

he’d rather just spend time with you in a totally private setting

so he takes you to…a picnic!!

omg my heart 😭💞 anyways

he prepares everything the night before: the food, a bottle of champage, a blanket for watching th clouds ✨

he comes to pick you up late that afternoon wearing a white button up and navy blue slacks (oh good lord i-)

you’re wearing a baby pink sundress that’s decorated with little green and white flowers so you guys look SO GOOD next to each other all matching and stuff 💜

he literally looses his breath when he sees you, like he thinks you are SO gorgeous (and you are babe)

he places a hand on the small of your back and guides you to his car where he drives you out into the countryside

eventually, you make it to a beautiful flower garden that’s filled with the greenest grass and most lively flowers you’ve ever seen 🌷

he tells you that the garden has been owned and taken care of by his family for generations and it was just passed down to him 🥺

you of course tell him that it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?? and he gets all blushy because he doesn’t recieve a lot of compliments that aren’t about his cursed technique ☺️

he sets out the blanket and helps you sit down on it

when he opens the picnic basket you see the most gorgeous assortment of pastries, sandwiches, and pies🥐

of course you gush to him about how he’s the perfect boyfriend and this is the picture-perfect date

the food is delicious; he ordered some of everthing from one of your favorite local cafes in Tokyo, knwing exactly which items on the menu were your favorite 💞

while you eat, you chat idly about the things you had coming up in your lives (although you tried to avoid the less appealing topics, such as when noritoshi would have to become the head of his family)

you tell him about how you’re visiting your sister in Osaka this summer and the surprise birthday party that you, yuuji, nobara, and gojo had planned for megumi

he tells you about the poetry book he’s been reading lately and how learning cursive is going

you two also discuss what you wants your lives to look like after jujutsu high; becoming professional sorcerers, moving in with the kamo clan, starting a family…

stop i’m squealing blushing twirling my hair-

the two of you become tired after your meal so you lie back on the grass, watching the clouds go by and pointing out the little yellow butterflies when they pass by

eventually, the sky becomes dark and loses it’s blue color, fading into a deep maroon color

the two of you pack your things up and head back to the school, his hand on your thigh as he drives ❤️

when you get there and he walks yo back to your dorm, he tells you how much he loves you and how he never wants to let you go 🥺

ryomen sukuna:

ok so this is gonna be based off of upperclassmen!sukuna

a little backstory: sukuna is your upperclassman at school and he used to play with you and mess with you because he liked you~ eventually you caught on and then he asked you out! you’ve been dating ever since (in this fic you’re both still in school) and he’s super protective of you (i.e. no one else can mess with you but him)

you and sukuna have been dating for about a year now!! 💞

he decides that he wants to take you to a new sushi bar in Tokyo this weekend

it’s really modern and expensive looking and you’re like???? babe where tf did you get this money from??????

but he decides to splurge on his girl because he loves you so much 💞

you guys order a couple different rolls (some of your favorites and some of his)

his favorite roll is the california roll but he also loves nigiri🍣

and the food turns out super good btw!

you and sukuna talk about school mostly: which classmates you thought would get together, the teachers that you liked the most, what assignments you were working on

i think it’s safe to say that sukuna’s favorite subject would be history

so he would accidentaly start gushing to you about a topic that he just learned about and then stop because he thought he was being nerdy when in reality you actually thought it was adorbale the way he was so passionate about history 💞

after lunch, you guys go back to his house (we’ll say it’s not a boarding school) and chill and watch tv together and yea 🥰

bonus: you convince sukuna to start watching dance moms with you and at first he’s like “🙄 yeah whatever ok” but he lowkey starts to get REALLY into it????? like atp he’s yelling at the tv like “KELLY YOU BITCH”

aoi todo:

i feel like your relationship with todo would be so sweet 🥰

i can see y’all going on a bunch of fun dates and one of those includes…

movie dates!!

i think that todo would love movies and so movie dates are definetly a thing for him

you guys decide to go see a new thriller movie that came out recently

he’d buy you all the snacks you want and i can definetly see him enccouraging you to eat enough🥺

surpirisingly i don’t feel like he’s the type of person to sneak food into movie theaters so you would buy everything there (it’s fine he can probably afford it)

imagine y’all sharing a packet of sour straws 🥺

he also gets popcorn of course because it’s a movie classic and it would be his favorite movie snack

you guys get settled into your seats and you’re happy to discover that they’re the comfy heated massage seats that recline

which not only makes you super comfy but also slightly more terrified of the scary movie when the figures jump out of nowhere on the screen

overall you’re very comfortable though

todo sits with his legs propped up in front of him by the reclining chair and has one arm wrapped around you from behind, resting his hand on your side

for the most part, todo isn’t scared of the movie that much

BUT you can feel his grip on you grow ever so slightly tighter during intense scenes 😭 poor boy

afterwards he would ask you a bunch of questions about the movie: what did you think?? who was your favorite character??? were you surprised when (character) died???

you can tell he’s trying so hard not to look like a total fangirl right then but yeah he loved it

you match his enthusiasm in your answers because you love to see him happy (and you also really enjoyed the movie)

alternatively: you accidentally fell asleep during the movie (in your defense, the heated chair was really comfy) and so you make up your answers to his questions so you don’t make him feel bad even though he wouldn’t care

afterwards, you get ice cream and walk around the mall ❤️

#Nobara x reader #nobara kugisaki #aoi todo #aoi todo x reader #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #noritoshi kamo #kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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darkened-writer · 2 years

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Suspirium Into Stupor─| 01

summary || ❝He watched you go, blinking in realization and revelation. He watched you with a look of yearning. But he couldn’t stay here, he had a journey ahead, one you couldn’t join him on.❞

pairing || Morpheus x Fem!Reader

word count || 2,756

warnings || SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3???

notes || This fic has been the main one I have been planning since the first episode, and it will follow the events of each episode! So, I hope you enjoy!

P.S. I made a Pinterest board and Spotify Playlist for this fic, just for the visuals and overall vibe of the series! Enjoy that as well!

“My first question… I had a leather pouch, filled with sand. Where is it?”

“It was sold, In London, last purchased by a magic user called “Johanna Constantine”.”

“Constantine? I knew a Constantine. But that was three-hundred years ago. You said last purchased; does she still have the sand?”

“Dream… You know better than that. You get one question, one answer.”

“My apologies…”

Dreaded rain pelted down upon the windowsill, the refractions of the light from the streetlamps created an odd, orangey ambiance inside of the two-bedroom apartment; the TV in the front room was still buzzing with life, playing a late night gameshow on a low volume. Two pizza boxes adorned the coffee table, a couple of empty beer cans crushed and thrown next to the boxes.

Johanna Constantine was draped upon the couch with her legs intertwined with her best-friends, mouth hung slightly open in her slumber until awoken by the alarm on her phone playing a jingle, bright notes making the woman groan with annoyance. She never was a morning person, but she had to get to work. She sat up, grabbing her shoes from under the coffee table and seemingly slipping them onto her feet, lacing them with a satisfied grumble.

“You have work this early, Jo…?”

“Y/N, you could’ve kept sleepin’.”

Johanna looked decent for having woken up early in the morning, however Y/N looked a bit worse for wear, hair poking in all manner of direction, and the hem of her shirt riding up her stomach.

“You wake up, I wake up, it’s a fair deal.”

While Y/N spoke, Johanna grabbed her pure white coat, slipping it over her black turtleneck, and buttoning it up.

“My sleep schedule is dog shit as of now anyways… so getting up with you won’t hurt a bit.”

This aroused a chuckle from the Constantine, her boots clicking on the wooden floor as she made her way over to her well-exhausted friend and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, noting the warmth of her face from shoving it into the couch.

“I’ll be back later—I’ll get you a latte and a pastry from the shop if I have the time.”

“Little Nina’s shop on ninth?”

“You bet.”

“God bless you, my angel Constantine!”

“Love you too!”

And, with a shut of the door, Johanna was gone, and Y/N was left to her devices. The feeling of needing to sleep creeping up on her. But a feeling in her gut told her that she should stay up, that Joanna may need her, so she kept her eyes open and on the TV.

When Johanna finally arrived back to your shared apartment, she seemed a tad stressed but still had her hands full, holding a cupholder that had two lattes and two pastries. She spoke of how she expelled a demon from the man the Princess was going to marry, neglecting to mention the tall and mysterious fellow with a voice that imprinted into her eardrums. Dream of the Endless, whom she’d have to track down his sand to appease him in his desperation for his tools. Helm, Sand, and his precious ruby, all on his mind as he had lost track of Johanna, being conveniently distracted by the Raven, “Matthew”. But Johanna just wanted to sleep, and knowing that Johanna was safe, you chose to sleep along with her, cuddling like two bear cubs in a shallow cave after finishing your lattes and delicious pastries.

You dreamt of green, the long grass caressing your calves, the sun beating down on your head and rolling down your shoulders. And, most of all, you dreamt of the trees, that stretching taller, and taller, hugging your frame with the branches and leaves. You truly felt the peace and euphoria that comes with being one with the Earth, with no limits and no expectations. The sound of a waterfall graced your ears, subtle but noticeable as you eventually crossed enough foliage to see it. It sparkled along with the sun beams, rushing down and crashing into the rocks beneath it, brutal beauty.

“Y/N, wake up-...!”

The darkness of the living room greeted your eyes that were just starting to get used to the oasis within your dream, Johanna’s hands grasping your shoulders softly but resolute. But your eyes weren’t on her dark brown ones, but the star-crossed ones of the man behind her. He loomed, trench coat almost as dark as his aura, and yet his skin complimented it all. Pale and chalky looking from the distance between you both. His hair was sparse and wild, framing his face perfectly, the man was sublime.

“Help me look in my office, would you? For a pouch of sand…— you remember it?”

“Erm…” His eyes were still on you.

“Yes, I remember…”

Rising to your feet, you stretched, bringing your arms above your head and letting out a groan of satisfaction as you followed Johanna to her office, the papers scattered everywhere giving you an odd feeling of comfort as she made a beeline for her desk, fiddling with her many trinkets and papers. The mysterious man trailed behind, standing and watching as you and Johanna both looked in different corners of the office.

“Why do humans love objects so much…?”

His voice came out, airless and stifling, his pronunciation giving him a sense of “wiseness” over just about anyone with “normal” dialect.

“You seem pretty attached to your sand—”

“It’s not just an object, it’s a part of me.”

His words left you pondering who or what he was, keeper of sand and speaking as if humans are foolish. Perhaps a god? Johanna had taught you quite a bit of supernatural knowledge that you wouldn’t doubt if he was an omnipotent being.

“If that's true, how’d you happen to lose it?”

“It was stolen by another magic user called Burgess.”

Johanna perked up, your own head turning towards the two speaking.

“Wait, not Roderick Burgess? The old Demon King himself, eh? Everyone used to say he was a fake. Said he had the Devil locked up in his basement. How the fuck did you…”

A pregnant pause, before it dawned on her, yourself still being left clueless. Johanna and the man both stared at each other as it finally clicked for her.

“Shit. Wasn’t the Devil he had locked up in his basement, was it?” Just his gaze confirmed that he was the one locked up, and you felt sympathy pulling at your heart.

“Were you down there? All this time?”

His gaze shifted to the side, towards photobooth pictures you knew Johanna never wanted to throw out, of her and her ex-girlfriend. His hand grabbed the picture, pulling it up and out of its “spot”.

“Is this you?”

“Why? Do I look that different? Or younger?”

He paused, considering, “No… Happy”.

Johanna sighed, “Shit. I know where your sand is.”

She turned to you, now grasping the picture and you felt your heart sink immediately.

“You really left this “Sand Pouch” with her? Johanna…”

“I know, I know—… Just, get ready to leave, we’re going to her flat.” She left the office, to likely put on her boots and jacket once again, leaving you in the room with the alluring stranger, his eyes landing on you.

“How do you know Constantine?”

“Best friends, for about six years… question is, how do YOU know her?”

The corner of his lips twitched up a bit, “She had my sand, and now I want it back.”

“Are you some sort of sand god or something…?”

His brows furrowed, “You really weren’t informed? I’m Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.”

A book that Johanna had kept in her office came to mind, the memory of opening up the book and blowing the dust off of the pages, reading the fine print about the various “Endless” and their power. The man in front of you was the Sandman, creator of dreams and nightmares, the “King” of the Dreaming.

“The tomes of the Endless really didn’t capture your essence well, Dreamlord.”

You brush past him, suddenly remembering that you were going to go with the two, but while your thoughts were centered on leaving, Morpheus was puzzled. Did you really read a history book about him AND his family? Perhaps you were gifted in magic as Constantine was? You did have an aura around you, of someone who could do damage given the circumstances. And, to say that piqued his interest in you and your origins, would be an understatement.

“Who is she? The woman in the picture.”

The moon was shining upon the three of you, as you were walking in tandem towards the apartment of Rachel Moodie, Johanna’s ex whom she was still hung over on. Having kept many pictures of each other together, it was clear that Johanna missed her.

“Her name’s Rachel, Rachel Moodie.”

“Does she deal in magic as well?” Johanna scoffs.

“God, no. No, she’s actually a decent person. Proper job… nice family. Fuckin’ hated all the magic stuff.”

“And, yet you left the sand with her.”

“No, I did not leave it with her. Sort of left it. And her.”

His expression showed a minimal amount of empathy toward her, yet he seemed to know the feeling of heartbreak. Plenty of past lovers, you’d assume due to being “immortal”.

“I was staying at her place. She interpreted that as us living together, which we weren’t, so, one night, I just went on a job and… never went back.”

“Why?”

“Because it never ends well, does it?”

“What? Love?” Her statement struck a chord for him.

“No. I suppose it doesn’t.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but people around me tend to get ripped in half or cast down to hell, except Y/N of course…— But it was safer for her if I left.”

“Did you tell her that?”

“No.” She stops walking, stopping in front of Rachel’s apartment door.

“I suppose I’ll have to now… This is her, or it used to be. It’s been six months. Maybe she might’ve moved house. Please, have moved house-”

Staying stood next to Morpheus, you watched Johanna go to press the buzzer for Rachel’s apartment, pressing it to get clearance to go inside.

“Oh, bollocks.”

There was awkward silence for a bit before she spoke again, “Maybe we’ll get lucky, and she won’t be-”

BUZZ!

“That’s weird. She didn’t even ask who it is. Maybe she’s expecting someone. This could get awkward. More… awkward. You two wait here-”

“I’m coming with you.” You both said it in unison, peering at each other from peripheral vision, and Johanna let a smirk paint on her lips.

“No, neither of you are coming in with me. Do you have any idea how much she probably hates me? Do you have any ex-girlfriends?”

This caused him to pause, looking down as if remembering something.

“We will not wait long.”

“You won’t have to. She’s gonna slam the door in my face, like I’m about to do to you two… right now.” As quickly as she was stood there talking, she vanished behind the door. Your own shoulders slacking as you walked over to a wall to lean against it. And eventually, rain started to pour from the oily black skies, giving the air an earthy smell similar to wet, freshly cut grass. A raven swooped down from the raining showers and settled in front of Morpheus, before squawking like it was talking. And Morpheus seemed to be listening intently.

“Matthew, I-”

Matthew? The raven had a name?

He peered up after a bit, focused on something other than the present moment as you marveled at the Raven.

“Matthew? Psttt.. hello…!”

The raven turned to look at you then back at Morpheus, speaking to him as if he could understand, and apparently, he could, a slight smirk twitching at his lips.

“What did that raven tell you?”

“Nothing flattering…”

“Oh.”

Matthew flew away back into the rain and Morpheus went to open the door, your own hand stopping his with a grip on his wrist. He was oddly cold, like the air circulating around you two, almost sending a shiver up your arm.

“We must help Constantine and her ex-lover, follow me, Y/N.”

His tone was neutral and yet you knew to follow him as he guided you to Rachel’s apartment, like he had been here once before. And when he opened the door, sand falling to the floor in the figure of a woman, you knew. Johanna’s heartbroken expression, you knew.

“Rach.”

“Constantine. Wake up.”

Her trance was broken immediately after he spoke that statement, Morpheus stepping up towards her, gentle and forgiving.

“What did you do to me?”

“It was the sand.”

“Where’s Rachel?”

All of our expressions darkened, Johanna taking off towards Rachel’s room.

“Rachel? Rach?”

A weak voice spoke out from the silence, the tone was like Rachel was choking on quicksand, throat clogged with each and every grain.

“Jo? Jo? Is that you?”

Rachel’s face that was once wide, full of life, now looked sucked dry of all that made her shine as a person. Her arms skinny and molded to her bones, shallow chest rising up and down, up and down. And the grey and blue bedding cradled her form like a newborn babe. This visual created a pit in your own stomach, having to see someone you knew suddenly devoid of livelihood.

“That’s such a wonderful dream.” Rachel was groaning in pain, and you knew in your heart that she was probably going to pass, sooner rather than later as Johanna walked carefully and meticulously up to her. Morpheus’s gaze dropped to the lone pouch of sand in Rachel’s loose grasp, and his eyes shone with a brief bit of sadness.

“What’s happened to her?”

“It was not meant for humans.” He reached for the pouch, grasping it but Rachel began to whine as if the sand was keeping her alive, and tethered to living.

“No, no! No, give it back. Please. It hurts.”

Ripping it from her clutches, he made his way back to the door of the room, without looking at her dying form.

“We can go—”

You and Johanna were both unmoving, “What?”

“What? We can’t go. We can’t leave her like this.”

She was writhing in pain, and the sight made you wince.

“We can’t help her. The sand was the only thing keeping her alive.”

Johanna walked up to Morpheus, obviously confrontational, but you kept your attention on your dying friend, laying a hand onto her frail one in meaningless support.

“Y/N? You’re here too?”

“Yeah, Rach, of course I am…”

This put a smile on her pale lips.

“Wait outside.”

Morpheus moved past you towards Rachel, and you gave him a small nod in acknowledgement, the two of you watching Johanna kiss Rachel’s head.

“Rach…”

“I’m sorry, Jo. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s my fault. All of it. Should never have left it with you. Should never have left.”

“Well, you came back, though. Didn’t you?”

A kiss on the forehead and Johanna was gone.

“Thank you, Morpheus.”

He stayed silent, his eyes on your back as you left the same way Johanna did.

Thank you.

You said thank you.

You could hear him approaching, your arms busy being wrapped around Johanna in comfort, for both her and you. Her gaze was on the rain and yours immediately gravitated to Dream.

“She died in peace. In her sleep.”

“We’ll let her dad know… You know, she was actually a good person. There are a few of them out there, you know. They’re not all like me and Roderick Burgess.”

“You are not Roderick Burgess.”

This gave her a fleeting smile, before she unraveled from your arms to walk towards him. Yourself staying leaning against the ceramic wall, watching the two speak.

“And what’s your friend’s name?”

Matthew way down the corridor and you smiled at the raven.

“His name is Matthew, but he is not my-”

“Look after him, Matthew. He needs it.”

Tossing you an umbrella, she turned and opened hers up to the sky and walked out into the rain.

“Constantine!”

She turned.

“That nightmare won’t trouble you anymore.”

A smile before mouthing, ‘come on’ to you and you yourself turned your gaze to Dream. His eyes boring into you, like planes of stars, a galaxy of stars.

“Your help means plenty, Morpheus. I hope you find all of your tools…”

“Thank you, Y/N… Safe travels.”

“Likewise, Dream lord…”

Similar to Johanna, you opened your umbrella and speed walked to catch up to her, feeling the rain hit your jacket and eyes on your figure. He watched you go, blinking in realization and revelation. He watched you with a look of yearning. But he couldn’t stay here, he had a journey ahead, one you couldn’t join him on.

Thank you, Morpheus.

Thank you, Y/N… Safe travels.

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Bella pulled up to school on that fine morning.

“Jacob told me about an ancient legend about the Cold Ones.”

“About how it’s why the Cullens don’t come to la push. It’s, uh, a territory thing.”

I was with her. I didn’t separate from her all day, only for class.

“I thought it was a silly legend, but…”

Even during lunch, I wouldn’t spare Jasper a glance. I couldn’t talk to him.

“I’ve been connecting the dots. The inhuman speed. Inhuman strength. Inhuman senses. The cold flesh. Their changing eyes. Their eating habits. Everything proves it…”

Not yet.

“The Cullens, including Jasper, are vampires.”

It sounded crazy. I knew it did. However, the moment the word came out of Bella’s mouth, it fit perfectly, and I knew it to be true. It seemed like something out of a horror movie. Or comedy movie. Hell, even a romance. But it never seemed possible in reality.

So, here I was, walking out of the school building. Jasper wasn’t in my peripheral, but I knew he was around. And if he wasn’t… I knew he’d arrive in a flash.

Jessica and my other friends were calling to me from the van. And yet, my body didn’t respond. No wave, no smile, no acknowledgement. It was as though I didn’t have control of my own body. As I stalked past the grass courtyard and entered the green, wooden pastures.

Only when I was under the shady trees, surrounded by nothing by nature, did I halt. My backpack was still slung over my shoulders, but my knuckles had grown pale. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in. It was as though my body was on autopilot.

At least, until I felt a presence behind me. And I turned, coming face to face with Jasper.

He looked terrified. Was he expected to kill me now that I knew? I was the one who should’ve been afraid. And yet, his golden eyes held more fear than I could conjure.

“Why… didn’t you wait for me to tell you?” he croaked through gritting teeth.

“She was fearing for our lives,” I chuckled grimly. “At least one of us had some common sense passed down. I feel crazy for even being here right now.”

“You are. You know what I am. You should be screaming and crying. You should be… scared.”

“But I’m not. If you wanted me dead, I would be,” I reasoned shakily. “But… you’ve killed people, haven’t you?”

“I… have.” Hearing that confirmation, I was crestfallen. And when he took a step closer, I took a step back. It was in vein, though, as he was in front of me in an instant and grabbed my shoulders. “Wait… Let me explain.”

“I hardly have a choice, do I?” I retorted bitterly, lowering my head in defeat.

“It was eighteen-sixty-three when I was turned by my former lover, Maria. I was a sheriff when I rode out to the river and found three women. Maria lured me in and changed me to be her slave in her newborn vampire army.” Shivers rolled down my spine as Jasper’s fingers ghosted down my arm further. “When I changed, I had a very special ability. One that Maria greatly desired. She kept me close as her second-in-command. We… were in love. Or, at least, I was.

“One day, I grew tired of her games. I felt terrible for having to kill newborn after newborn after their strength and speed became useless to us. And that’s when I met Alice and the other Cullens. They… offered me a home I never had. In exchange for a family, I would give up human blood and become a… vegetarian, so to say. We only eat animals.”

“But… you clearly have a hard time around people, even now,” I inquired weakly. “Why me?”

“It - it stunned us all when you and Bella arrived at school. Edward was the first to realize something was off,” Jasper continued. By now, we were holding hands, and I finally willed myself to meet his gaze. “When he smelled Bella, he never wanted any human’s blood more in his life. And, even worse, he couldn’t practice his ability on her. He can read minds, a very powerful gift. I’ve tried on several occasions, too.”

“And…?”

“And then… there was you,” he sighed. “You - you smell different. Not disgusting. Not delicious. You smell like nothing. Usually, we can detect and smell human blood, no matter the blood type. But with you - nothing. And because of that…”

“You could talk to me.”

He chuckled nervously. “You say that as though it’s a bad thing.”

Any worries I felt were replaced with confusion. I was tired. I leaned and placed my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He was freezing. But… it was almost normal. Almost right.

“Jas… just answer me this one thing.”

“Anything, darling.”

“What… what’s your power?”

I felt like I knew already. That the hints were there. But if he said that one ability, I would lose my trust in him. Not because of the atrocities of his past. Not because of his species. This was the sole dealbreaker that would cause me to question everything.

“Well, I… can sense and manipulate emotions.”

I lifted my head and pushed at his chest. Tears sprung to my eyes. He gave me but a few inches, his brows furrowing, because he could sense the distress. Of course he could.

“So everything I feel for you is a lie?” I snapped. “I know you’ve used it on me. Every time I ask questions, every time I think a thought, I -I…”

“Of course not,” he whispered, a hand moving to cup my cheek. “None of it was a lie. What we feel about each other is real. I swear, Y/n, I haven’t felt this way since Maria. And even then, I’ve never felt anything like this —"

“That’s not the problem, Jasper, and you know it!” I boomed. “For all I know, you could’ve used it the day we met. You could be using it all the time and I wouldn’t have a clue —"

“But I haven’t. Please, calm down —"

“Or what, huh? Are you going to make me?”

I’d never seen him so hurt, and his arms released me, dropping to his sides. I felt bad. But, I felt betrayed. Confused. Worried. I knew it was wrong to pity him when he was a supernatural being. A vampire who’s killed people and his own kind. Hell, if it wasn’t for my scent or whatever, I could be dead. Sucked dry. Nothing but bone and marrow.

I hated that I still liked him when all of my senses told me I shouldn’t. I rubbed my forehead anxiously. “I… I don’t know if I can do this. It’s insane.”

His eyes widened desperately, and his fists balled up. “You don’t need to be scared of me.”

“You know damn well that’s not it,” I croaked. “Where the hell would we even go from here, huh? You wait until I waste away and die while you live forever in your vampire glee? I watch and wait until you lose control and mess up? You trick me into being with you anyways, because hell, it doesn’t really matter what I think, does it —"

I froze in fear as I watched Jasper’s eyes glazed over and turned ruby red. A snarl tugged at his lips, and prominent fangs escaped. And yet, he didn’t look angry. If anything, he looked disheartened. All my fury dissipated and I raised my hand toward him and placed it on his chest.

“Please…”

My mouth went dry and I gulped. With my free hand, I wiped away my tears. He held my hand to his chest, and I knew better than to try and pull away. He was strong. Too strong. Because he was a vampire. And yet, I wanted him so bad. I was just trying to find faults. But maybe, just maybe, that was the right thing to do.

“It’s impossible to be that interested in me. We’ve only known each other, what, three months?”

“Then I can wait,” he responded eagerly, his eyes returning to their golden homeostasis. “I have already waited for eternity to meet you. I thought fate… was a silly notion. But if it’s you, I can wait an eternity more.”

My heart dropped to my stomach and I couldn’t help but frown. Jasper… he was so genuine. How could I turn him away?

“God, I want you…”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

I bit my lip, meeting his beautiful, glowing orbs. “…Bella.” It took me a moment to process. “Oh my god, Bella! She’s still waiting for me. I - I have to go, Jas —"

I went to dodge him, but an arm swooped around my waist and I was in the same position I was before. I was breathless as I stared at his handsome expression. He had leaned in so close to me. My eyes fluttered shut, and I expected to feel his lips against mine.

Instead, something cold pressed against my forehead.

As he pulled away, he sent me a gentle, almost goofy smile. “…For the road.”

~~~

It was winter and it was cold. The winter formal was still on my mind, but Jasper hadn’t asked me yet. I knew he was trying to give me space, but I found myself longing for him more than our interactions at school. I wanted to go on an official date with him and call him every night.

However, I didn’t want to rush it. There were so many logistics to think about. Dating a vampire… meant he wasn’t looking for something casual. And in the back of my mind, I feared for the worst. He may be immune to my stench or whatever, but it could wear off.

I was hoping, during that car ride home after our fateful encounters with the supernatural, that she’d convince me not to think about Jasper. But, instead, she informed me that she was with Edward. And I knew better than to be hypocrite. I couldn’t even convince myself to give up Jasper.

But… today wasn’t about him. It was about Jacob, who had been distant as of late. I heard from dad who heard from Billy that he was having a hard time. I’d tried to call him previously, but he never answered. At least, until last night.

“Can I come over to hang out? I really need a break,” he’d told me over the phone.

Of course, I accepted. I made sure to wake up extra early to buy some snacks for when he arrived. Bella would be god knows where with Edward, and dad was at work. That meant we had the whole day to ourselves to catch up.

I rose from the couch, the afternoon sun covered by snowy clouds barely peeking through the curtains.

Knock knock.

Two o’ clock, on the dot. I skipped over to the door, peeking out to make sure it was Jacob. It was indeed, and I opened the door, immediately pouncing on him. We both laughed, but as I hugged him, I noticed how muscular he’d become.

“Jake! God, I’ve been worried sick. Get in here!” I exclaimed, pulling his arm and closing the door behind him.

Despite from the brief exposure of the snowy outdoors, Jake’s hug was oddly warm. And as I eyed him up and down, I realized he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He ruffled my hair, and I realized how he towered over me. He had a small grin on his much handsomer face.

“I’m sorry for going M.I.A.,” he apologized. “Things have just been… busy. The guys have been telling me to get back to you, though.”

I crossed my arms, sending him a glare. “You should be sorry. You didn’t even respond to my texts! All I could rely on was dad relaying information from Billy. What was going on.”

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s… difficult to talk about.”

I rolled my eyes. “Gosh, that’s not the first time I’ve heard that from a damned friend of mine. You will definitely be telling me later, got it? For now…” I motioned the television. “Jeopardy is on! And a pizza’s in the oven. Oh - and I bought cookies, too!”

Jake laughed again, all of his unease having washed away. “That sounds great.”

He tossed his arm around my shoulder and let me push him onto the couch. He waited patiently as I pulled out the pizza. I returned only a few minutes later to find Jacob watching the kitchen doorway with interest. The commercials were playing, though, so I couldn’t blame him.

I arranged the various snacks and utensils. As much as I adored my Forks high school friends, I need a break from all this vampire drama. Even with Jessica and Angela, it was always ‘Jasper this, Edward that.’ It grew tiresome.

“How has school been for you?” I asked with a face shoved with pizza. I felt no discomfort as I leaned against him, one arm thrown around his neck.

Jacob shrugged. “So-so. I know you think it’s all fun out on the reservation, but ever since I… went through some changes, it’s been the definition of hell for me. Suddenly - especially now that Harry’s dead - I’m expected to be this community leader. It’s stressful and I definitely needed this.”

I pulled a blanket onto my legs, humming. “I get that. I’m sorry about Harry, by the way I know how important he was to you.”

“Well, Seth and Leah are taking it the worst. I mean, obviously. He was their father,” he expressed. “But… enough about that. What about your life? I would hope things are going better for you.”

Oh, the dreaded question. I slowed my chews thoughtfully. How could I hint at vampirism without actually putting my potential boyfriend? Jacob stared at me expectantly. “Well, uh, different?”

Jacob tilted his head, suspicion flooding his eyes. “What happened? Don’t tell me it’s still an ‘ugh, boys’ problem.”

I teetered my hands. “Well, kind of? I have this complicated thing going with Jasper. He’s all into me, but he’s, well, a… a little weird, I guess that’s how I put it. I mean, I absolutely adore the guy, but - it’s genuinely so hard to talk about without spoiling.”

His jaw clenched and all playfully dissolved into a serious composure. He grabbed my upper arm, squeezing reassuringly. “Listen, Y/n. I know the Cullens seem charming —"

“Oh, they are! Bella already jumped the bullet and is actually with Edward Cullen. They’ve been dating for weeks. They’re absolutely obsessed with each other —"

“They’re what?” he boomed, sitting up and grabbing my shoulders. I gulped as his cold eyes bore into me. “Y/n, that’s not good. I can’t say how, but the Cullens are all freaks. They’re dangerous. And this Jasper, I know damn well he only sees you like a piece of meat.”

My heart stopped. Did he know? He was the one who told Bella about the legend that led to our discovery of their supernatural species of the first place. “Are you… do you know about them?”

Jacob scowled. “Do you?”

“I mean, if you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about, then yeah —"

A knock sounded from the front door. I was confused, but was more than happy to end the conversation. Jacob was suddenly alert, though, and as I stood, he grabbed my wrist. “Let me get it.”

“It’s my house —"

Jacob had already pushed me back onto the sofa and was at the front door in a flash. I trailed behind him, peering over his shoulder. However, he instead pushed an extra lock over the door.

“I’m not answering,” he conceded.

“What? Jake, get out of the way!”

I pushed him with all my right, but it seemed to have no effect on the muscular man. Huffing and giving up, I went to the small window beside it and peered out. I let out a gasp, as I recognized Jasper’s grey sedan, and, judging from the car’s appearance, the man in front of the door was Jasper.

“Listen, Jake, please move out of the way. I’ll literally open the damn window for him and then you’ll feel bad because you’ve cost us more on the heating bill,” I coaxed.

Jake gave me an incredulous look, but roughly moved out of the way. I swung the front door, my heart bating erratically. It’d been a while since I’d seen Jasper outside of school. And yet, here he was at my doorstep. And he had a beautiful bouquet of f/f in his grasp.

I gasped, clapping my hands together. “Jas! God, get in here, it’s freezing outside.” I grabbed his arm and tugged, but he didn’t budge.

I looked at him once more and quirked a brow. Jacob and Jasper were glaring venomously at one another, and it was like they wanted to tear each other to shreds. I tugged again, though, and he met my concerned gaze. His instantly softer and he stepped inside.

I closed the door behind him, wanting nothing more than to ease the tension. “So… what’s the occasion?”

Jasper gave me a tense, close-mouthed smile. “I wanted to take you out for dinner… I didn’t think you’d have a mutt over, though.”

Jacob suddenly growled, and it hardly sounded human. “Leave, Cullen. You’re not welcome here.”

Jasper quirked a brow, baring his fangs. I jumped back, mind blanking on me. They were just baring their teeth at one another, and I was caught in the middle of it. “Jake… you knew? Was that why you told her the story about the Cold Ones?”

Jake grabbed my arm and pulled me over to him. Jasper regarded Jacob with disdain. Something in his eyes was telling him to back off, though, and due to him being a vampire, I feared for my friend.

“I didn’t think it was true at the time,” he grumbled. “But I’m not surprised your blood-sucker-dating sister failed to mention the other half of the story.”

“Hey —!” I squeaked, only to be interrupted.

Jasper’s grip tightened on the flowers, and the snapped in half somehow. He threw them at the wall, and I realized it was his own way of releasing anger. His eyes were blood red. And Jacob… was fuzzier?

“Werwolf,” Jasper hissed. “Let go of her before you scratch her with those filthy paws of yours.”

Jacob scoffed. “Says the one that plans to suck her dry any day now.”

I furrowed my brows, deciding to slam my heel on Jacob’s foot. He released me, although he didn’t seem to flinch in the slightest. I shuffled away, taking a step back. My brain was absolutely fried from all this supernatural knowledge being thrust on me, and right now, I didn’t care to ask questions.

While they looked like they were on the verge of murdering each other, not budging, but slaughtering with their glares. I walked back to the couch and plopped down.

Oh, it was another ad break. God dammit, their petty xenophobic - or whatever the right term is - argument prevented me from seeing who won jeopardy. I tuned back into conversation, peering over couch while bunched up in the blankets. They were still throwing stupid threats at one another. I was rather confused why they weren’t actually killing each other, though.

“Hey, boys, over here,” I called. Both of them turned to me. “…Want to watch jeopardy together? Another episode is starting soon.”

Jacob regarded me with confusion, motioning to Jasper wildly. “Are you kidding me? The blood sucker has to go —"

“Says the filthy mutt,” Jasper guffawed.

“The point is, he’s a disgusting vampire,” Jacob boomed, and Jasper chimed at the same time, "Werewolf!”

Silence fell over the room and I quirked my brows in disbelief. They looked at me expectantly, both panting with range.

“…So?”

Jacob snorted indignantly. “Wow. What a great blood sucker you are. Not even telling your next meal why you species are so disgusting —"

Jasper slammed his fist into the wall beside him, and although I couldn’t see, I knew damn well it left a dent. “You know nothing about me. Or her, for that matter. Stop pretending you’re all pure and good, because all you’re trying to do is —"

“Boys, boys!” I shouted, becoming rather irked. “Jesus Christ, guys. You know what - I don’t care. Jasper, leave. Let’s go on a date tomorrow night, ‘kay? And call me later. Jacob, I promised a nice, relaxing day with you, so cool it. Otherwise, I’m kicking you both out and you can take this… rivalry or whatever elsewhere. Got. it?”

Both of the men fell silent. Jasper’s jaw clenched, while Jacob was seemingly gloating his ‘victory.’ I disregarded it immediately, turning back to the television.

From behind me, the front door open and shut. And then Jacob was beside me, still tense, but a large smirk on his face. I sent him a glance, lacking my usual amusement. He just shrugged, leaning back against the couch. We watched Jeopardy in silence.

And, as the episode came to a close, I zoned back in again. There Jacob was, laying on my lap. My irritation disappeared and was replaced with concern. Of course I had questions. But… today was meant to be a day that was vampire - and apparently, werewolf - free. Maybe how I reacted was stupid, and Jasper would be pissed at me, but for now…

Wow. Jacob’s hair was really fluffy.

I giggled to myself and gently ran my fingers through it. He was out like a light, so I felt comfortable petting him without his knowledge. I was rather tired myself. However, I cherished the moment. Because, if even for just a few minutes, it was just me and a good childhood friend chilling on my couch in a normal world where I wasn’t having an existential crisis.

But, as I pulled my hand away, he grabbed it. I made no objections as he pulled my palm onto his cheek. He was warm. I smiled slightly.

His eyes fluttered open, and that’s when I saw it. The same disparity Jasper had harbored during our interaction.

“Y/n… I care about you. And I won’t let you go down the same path Bella is choosing. Vampires…. They’re built to mystify and charm. They’re built to lie and cheat. They don’t have any souls. There’s no happy ending if you stick around the Cullens. You’ll either become lifeless like them, or you’ll end up as their meal.”

I sighed, brushing my thumb across his jawline. “Jacob… Are you saying this without bias? Tell me that there’s not even the slightest amount of bias behind your words, because I will believe you. Tell me that you’re not saying this because you’re sworn enemies or whatever. Tell me that it’s not because I’m your friend and because Bella’s your crush.”

“I… I’ve never liked Bella. Not like that.”

I huffed in disbelief.

“But… I’m serious. Those Cullens… they may deny the blood of humans, but with time, they’ll grow weaker. They need human blood. It is the reason they exist. Blood will always be the first priority. Not love, not family, not traveling. Blood. And I say this with full honesty.”

I sighed, my heart sinking. A part of me believed him. And a part of me wanted to deny it. I already knew how difficult it was for Jasper to be in crowded situations. He tried his best, and I knew he was good, but it was in his nature to be bad. To kill.

But I still wanted him. I couldn’t deny that.

I could at least… hide it for now, though. I needed real distance from him. ‘They’re built to mystify and charm.’

I knew damn well Jasper was especially equipped with those skills.

“…Okay. I’ll think about that. Thanks, Jake.”

I pulled my hand away, ruffling his hair affectionately. He laughed unexpectedly, relief washing over his features.

“…Hey, can I drive you to school tomorrow?”

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redheadspark · 7 months

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7 & 3 anon here.

I meant #7 dialog and #3 action. But now I see you already wrote #3 action for Jack. So I guess just # 7 dialog now? Lol

A/N - No worries! I wanted to make sure I wrote the right request for you, thanks for clarifying! I hope you like it! it's short but sweet ;)

Icing

Summary - Jack indulges in the simple things of Halloween

Warnings - Just some fluff

“Amor?”

“Hmm?”

“What is that?”

You paused, sitting up from your work at the kitchen table to look at Jack who was giving you a confused look, well, looking at the Gingerbread House that was perched on top of the table in front of you at least. You shrugged and gestured to the structure, “A gingerbread house,”

“I thought those are only meant for Christmas,” he explained, making you grin as he walked over to sit next to you at the table.

“Technically it is, but I thought this was cute when I saw it at the store,” You reasoned, looking back at the haunted gingerbread house. It was rather adorable on the box when you were shopping earlier that day, which included posting and little gumdrops of green, purple, and orange to place around the rooftop. What soil you thought, was the pieces of gingerbread that were shaped like tombstones, which in your mind looked absolutely adorable.

And seeing Jack’s surprised face when he walked in at your working away at the gingerbread haunted house set was reward enough.

“Not to rain on your parade or anything, but since when are gingerbread haunted houses a thing?” Jack and to ask as he popped an orange gumdrop in his mouth while you were icing the small graveyard on the side of the house, “Doesn’t seem right to me,”

“This coming from a werewolf,” you joked as Jack playfully glared at you, making you smile as you grabbed his wrist from popping another gumdrop in his mouth,” I need those for the rooftop, thank you!”

“Sorry if they’re delicious,” he replied in a shrug, “I find this entire holiday delicious, by the way. Did we get enough candy for the trick-or-treaters?”

“I made sure to get an extra bag,” You answered as you finished the icing and leaned back in your chair, “Plenty of chocolate for the kids to snag tomorrow night, but don’t eat half the bag before we can hand them out,”

“That was one time!” Jack argued, though he grinned. He looked over at the work you were doing on the mini gingerbread house, seeing the details in the window and along the grass, “It looks great, and haunted, at the same time,”

“That’s what I was going for,” You hummed in agreement, “Wanna give it a try?”

You handed him the icing tool, being him lean forward a bit, and started working the white icing along the balcony of the mini mansion. You loved watching Jack in deep concentration, how his tongue would stick out slightly from between his lips, his eyebrows would furrow and his eyes would look rather sharp and intense. Anytime he was in deep concentration, nothing would sway him. It was an admirable trait you wish you had yourself since you would be distracted constantly no matter what it was.

No wonder you two worked so well together.

“Look’s good, Jack,” You said with a grin as he finished the icing, before leaning in to take a dollop on your finger to place on his nose. Jack chuckled, taking it off his nose with his own hand before licking it clean and then smearing some extra icing on your face. You squealed, being chased by Jack around the little house with icing on his hands and laughter on his lips.

The End.

Halloween Prompt Session

#jack russell x reader #jack Russell x you #fanfiction #writing #marvel #werewolf by night #jack russell x y/n #werewolf by night fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu phase 4

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I promised - part 4

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

It was a beautiful sunny day at the park. The grass extended for as far as the eye could see, and a huge playground sat in the middle, filled with slides, monkey bars, rings, swings and everything a proper playground needs. There were lots of kids playing there, and though they didn’t look all that younger than me their behavior and clothing did suggest they were indeed kids, at least at heart. As I watch them from afar I do get kind of jealous, after all it looks like they’re having a lot of fun. “Do you want to play with the other kids sweetie? I’ll wait for you if you want” said a voice behind me. As I turn I realize it’s her, and god she looks gorgeous. She’s wearing a beautiful floral sundress that hugs her chest and waist tightly, with a lower cut that makes her breast dangle to the sides when she moves. She’s also wearing a sun hat that gives her a somewhat elegant look. While I’m sitting there, dazzled by her looks, I almost forgot her question. “N-no… it’s fine… I was just looking. That’s all” I said only to get a condescending smile and a “ok sweetie”.

I had just realized we were sitting on a picnic blanket with a typical picnic basket sitting in the center. I also caught on my clothes, a purple dungaree, a long sleeve white t-shirt and white sneakers, and realized how infantile it looks. I didn’t mind though, all the other kids were wearing similarly infantile clothes, so I guess it’s ok.

“So, if you don’t want to play I suppose we could take a snack” she inquired, to which I just nodded in agreement. “Ok baby, then come here” She said while extending her arms and moving her hands, inviting me to approach her, to which I started to crawl towards her. She might have been just right there, but I felt like it took me ages to reach her, and when I did I realized something that had escaped me for some reason. She was huge. Normally she was about a head taller than me, but right now she was easily twice my size. It was kind of supernatural, but I wasn’t scared at all. Quite the opposite, her size made me feel safe and comforted.

As she picked me up with little exertion she said “Ok honeybunch, now let me put you right here” while she was sitting me just in front of her, with my head resting on her tummy, and her boobs dangling above my head, almost patting me with each movement she made. I couldn’t be more happy with that if I’m honest. “Perfect” She proclaimed as I was safely in place. “Now we can begin”.

She reached for the basket and produced a strange sweet from it. It was like a small pie but with an oval form and an almost solid pink meringue covering it. I didn’t had much time to study it though. “Ok sweetie, open wide” she said playfully as she sent it straight into my mouth, only to produce another similar looking sweet, this time to eat her herself. The sweet was alright, it was sweet and lemon flavored, with the meringue easily dissolving in your mouth. As I eat It I realized that it was more than good actually, it was delicious. So delicious in fact that my legs started to move playfully and for some reason I started to clap, almost as if my body couldn’t contain the joy of eating such a yummy sweet. “It looks like my little baby liked his little treat, didn’t he?” she said with that feigned enthusiasm one uses for little kids, to which I only giggled and said “yesh mommy. More”. “Of course honey, here you have” said Mommy as she produced a similar sweet, but this time with green meringue and melon flavored, which I eat with the same enthusiasm I did the last one.

And so I began to eat those delicious treats one after the other, and strangely I never felt like I was getting full, though I did had another problem. All of those treats were yummy, but they were kind of dry, so after I finished each one I felt like the next one was harder to swallow due to the increased dryness in my throat. I couldn’t stop at first though, and just ignored the problem, but after 20 of those sweets I just couldn’t ignore it anymore. So when Mommy presented the next one I asked “mommy, I’m a little dry, you have something to drink?”. As she heard that she put the treat back into the basket and then picked me up, this time to settle me in her knee and with my face right in front of her massive titty. “I see my little sweets monster needs his milkies time” She said as she dropped the upper part of her sundress revealing her massive boobs, both of them already dripping with milk. “Milkies!” I said as I latched on the tit that was in front of me and started to greedily suckle it. “Oh my. My little baby loves his milkies time” she said lovingly while patting me on my head and making a slow rhythmic move with her knee. And I really did love milkies time. Not only did I had the chance to drink mommy’s delicious milk, but it was such a lovely and relaxing time, and I knew mommy loved it as much as I did so that made it even better!

After I was fully relaxed on mommy’s chest, steadily suckling with my eyes closed, she said “Let’s take a walk in the park, shall we?”. As I remained unresponsive, mommy started to wrap my body around hers with a tight fabric. I didn’t understand what was going on, but after a while she got up and I felt how the fabric was keeping me in place, with my legs hanging from the sides and my body tightly pressed against mommy’s. So I just kept suckling while she walked through the park, bobbing me up and down, sometimes talking to other mommies in an indecipherable language about things I wouldn’t understand even if I could decipher their secret code. I just kept suckling blissfully until I felt a tingle in my crotch followed by a dampness. “Oh, it seems like my baby just had an accident” I heard mommy say while I just kept suckling, completely immersed in my own heaven. “He’s such a little fountain, especially when he’s breastfeeding” She said to someone else, but this time her voice was getting farther away. “If there was only a way to solve this problem” her voice was even farther now. “Something like… diapers maybe?” Said the other person while the dampness in my pants continued to grow.

Then, suddenly, I opened my eyes. I was back in my room. I was a little bit disoriented from just waking up, and my first instinct was to look at the window to see if it was day or night. It was early in the morning by the look of it. After confirming that and feeling a little more awake I shifted my attention to my sweatpants, only to find that I was not wearing them but rather the shorts I usually wear to sleep, and as I feared they were damp with my little “accident”. It’s such a humiliating thing to come while sleeping, it’s an outright betrayal from your body. Then I remembered the reason why they were damp and I went from mad to miserable. What was up with that dream? It was so weird. I didn’t even wanted to remember it, but I was painfully aware of it, of all of what happened and how hard it was for me to make sense out of it. But then, was it as weird as I thought considering… my little special time with Amanda yesterday?. “My god, what the fuck?” I said with a half asleep voice, fully realizing that the woman in my dream looked exactly like her.

As I was going through all of these extremely humiliating feelings and experiences I heard a knock on the door. “Can I come in?” she said, only to barge in without giving me time to answer. I remained completely frozen looking at the door as I saw her come in, wearing only her nightie, sleepers and with her hair still messy from waking up. As usual she looked beautiful. “Good morning Ashley” She said in a playful tone. “It’s Ash, you know that” I answered. I hated when she called me that. She just smiled and then directed her sight to my crotch. “Awwww, did you had another accident sweetie?” She said while approaching me with a worried face. Those words cut so deep into my pride I only could muster the strength to cover my shorts with the bed covers and mutter a “n-no”.

#domme mommy #fem domme #md/lb #ab/dl stories #ab dl mommy #age regression #ab dl #abdlmommy #abdlbabyboy #breastfeeding kink

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swampyfrogqs · 3 months

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IM SO SORRY I WAS EEPY LAST NIGHT AND I FORGOR </3 anways one secret life gempearl drabble for you my friend :3

Gem's eyes weren't to supposed to be red. Pearl knew that for a fact. She couldn't quite say how she knew this. A hazy, half forgotten memory drifting through her mind like a leaf on the wind. Laughter and sunshine and vibrant green eyes, eternal and bright like fresh buds of growth on a tree.

No. Gem's eyes weren't supposed to be red. Despite that, Pearl found the colour oddly alluring on her. A shifting sea of deep crimson wine and bright scarlet blood. Sucking her right into its depths. (Not that she would ever complain.)

To add to the list of things that aren't supposed to happen. Gem wasn't supposed to be in this death game. She was supposed to be safe, at home (wherever that may be), far away from all this carnage. Pearl knew she would resent the idea though, Gem had never been one to shy away from a fight.

Oh Gem's eyes weren't supposed to be red, but there was something so intoxicating about it. The heavy weight of her gaze meeting Pearl's own (like two planets colliding in a beautiful, fiery explosion), lips parted to draw in a mouthful of smoky air. She wonders what Gem's lips would taste like, blood and smoke and honey. A delicious concoction of life and death.

The battlefield stretches between them like a chasm, distance they can never hope to bridge. Yet still Pearl tries. Running her bruised fingers through the tangles of Gem's hair, bending to kiss a spot of blood from her cheek. It's a futile effort, that she knows, but one she cannot help but make despite. Anything for the sparkle in those red eyes, the smile on those chapped lips.

Gem's eyes are not supposed to be red, yet the colour suits her all the same, even when it's her blood staining the scorched and battered grass where she falls.

Apologies for any typos i only proofread that very quickly lol

AHHHH I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCHH

this is amazing dude, best birthday present <3333

#pearlgem #my absolute favourite #moots #<333

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wilcze-kudly · 3 months

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People you'd like to get to know better

Thanks to @korrasamibottles for tagging me <3

Last Song: little boy in the grass by Aurora. I adore Aurora and one of my fondest memories is when my dad took me to one of her concerts.

Favorite colour: i like greens, browns and burnt orange. But i don't exactly have a singular favourite colour.

Last Movie/Show: to be honest, i don't really watch that many movies or shows but one of the last ones I'd watched was Scooby Doo; Mystery Incorporated. I've wanted to watch it for a couple years now and it was surprisingly good!

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Probably savoury! I enjoy sweet stuff, but my sweet tooth has definitely been waning as I inch into adulthood. I can't usually deal with very spicy things. I am a little white boy, have mercy. I can enjoy spices but not my favourite things.

Current Obsession: does the 50s count as an obsession? I've been doing a lot of research for my tlok 50s AU and I've been finding a lot to enjoy in the concept. However romanticized it my be.

Last thing I looked up: synonyms for the word 'JEER'. Again, I'm writing lol.

Last Book: 'An Unexpected Cookbook: The Unofficial Book of Hobbit Cookery' by Chris-Rachael Oseland. It has some delicious recipes (mostly old fashioned English ones) and I love cooking from it. Yummy, wholesome, filling food! [Here's Cloudy 'helping' me cook boxty.]

Last Fic: would you believe me if I said that I was recently rereading 'she'll surprise you' by the ever talented @linnorabeifong I love her writing 😊 makes me feel like im watching a snazzy, elegant film noir.

Looking forward to: my mom's coming to visit me next week! Im super excited about it because I haven't seen her in a while! And she's probably gonna bring one of our other dogs too!

Tagging: @appalesbian @linnorabeifong @bumi-ii @nova-leaf @thatoneguy56fanfic @thatonepersonimobsessedwith @swimming-guy @transboyzuko

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niennandil-me-writes · 2 months

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OCKissWeek 3: Tony/November/Wilhelmina

[November belongs to @constantlytiredghost, Tony belongs to papp_n_paper on twitter/cardboardbird on bluesky]

It wasn’t the wonderful summer morning, the birdsong, or the green grass under the blanket she was sitting on, or the warm breeze, that distracted Wilhelmina from her task of noting down the newest findings of her research trip in fine calligraphy in both her university notebook and her Book of Shadows. It wasn’t the smell of the delicious breakfast her companions were cooking (or rather, one of them was cooking while the other was trying not to burn things), or even the prospect of a small lake that was supposed to be situated close by.

What was slowing down her note taking profusely, though, was her company. She had become better about this. Her heart didn’t skip a beat anymore whenever someone looked her direction or asked what she was doing. If it hadn’t been for this particular company, she might have been able to work as usual. But like this…

She didn’t flinch as Tony sat down beside her and laid their head on her shoulder, but she knew the shadows drew deeper over her face.

Seemingly not noticing, Tony put their tail around her hips and commented: “That looks interesting. You could get all that from what we found yesterday?”

Wilhelmina cleared her throat. “Y-yes. And from what you could derive with your religious rituals. And what November divined from the spirits, of course.”

Like on cue, November flopped down in front of them. Wilhelmina quickly grabbed for her inkwell and papers, even though November had of course been careful not to bring anything in disarray. Wilhelmina felt a bit bad for her reflex. November looked over the notes as well, her big hat providing shadow from the rising sun. “You wrote all of that this morning?”

“I mean, I started… Yes, more or less…”

Tony and November looked at each other.

“You deserve a break,” November decided.

“Soon,” Wilhelmina said quickly. “I just want to write that last part about…”

“But Wilhelminaaaaa,” said Tony. “We wanted to go to the lake after breakfast.”

“Yes,” November said. “Tony suggested we go skinny dipping.”

“Well, you can go ahead already, I’ll –“ Wilhelmina faltered as the words sank in. She stared at November and Tony, mouth agape.

Tony nodded innocently. “Yes. We realized we both forgot our bathing suits.”

“And underwear,” November nodded along.

Wilhelmina, too flustered to say anything, stared down at her notes. “I – I’ll be done much quicker if you don’t distract me like this.” Her face was burning.

Tony squeezed her arm and laid their head on her shoulder again. They whispered: “We can also stay here for now, though. If you want.” Wilhelmina shuddered as their lips brushed her skin.

“Yes,” November said softly. “We can keep you company while you work.” Wilhelmina looked up to find her face inches from November’s. November tilted her head and smiled, and for just a moment, their lips touched. When she sat back up, Wilhelmina tried to follow, but Tony held her tight, pressing another soft kiss to her neck.

Wilhelmina bit her lip. Those dirty conspirators! Now she knew what that look they had exchanged meant.

“Come on, Tony,” November said suddenly. “I think we really are distracting her.”

Tony lifted their head. “You’re right.” They got up and shuffled over to November, curling their tail around her. “We better leave our professor her peace.” And they planted a big kiss on November’s mouth, right in front of Wilhelmina’s papers. November responded in kind, pulling the blue Tiefling closer and burying her hands in that wild dark hair.

Wilhelmina looked on in shock as her two partners wildly made out. She just couldn’t help but stare, couldn’t tear her eyes away from those wonderful, beautiful, hot people. But why should she feel bad?, she realized with some indignation. These were her partners, after all, and she was allowed to look at them, and watch them kiss each other and imagine all the things they would do together…

“Well?” November suddenly asked.

“I wasn’t staring!” Wilhelmina yelped. It certainly didn’t help that her eyes were still caught on Tony’s lips that were kissing down the exposed part of November’s chest.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun to join in?” November grinned.

“How long have you been planning this?” Wilhelmina grumbled.

“Since last night,” November said innocently.

“You’re both horrible.” Wilhelmina pushed aside her books and pens and crawled over to the other two. She grabbed November around the hip and pulled her away from Tony to kiss her square on the lips. She held her face between her hands. Tony hugged Wilhelmina from behind and kissed the nape of her neck, interlocked their tails, while November littered tiny kisses all over her face. Wilhelmina turned around and kissed Tony as well, then moved between both of them, kissing and feeling and tasting.

“And just so you know,” she mumbled into Tony’s chest. “I forgot my bathing suit as well.”

#my writing #oc writing #ockissweek #ockiss24 #fluff #november la morte #astony fogspire #wilhelmina twist #tony/november/wilhelmina #blu babes

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lathalea · 2 years

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Blame It on Cider, part 8

Fandom: The Hobbit Relationships: Thorin x Yrsa (Dwarf Female OC) Rating: E (18+ only) Warnings: snowed in, smut, smut, smut, smut, Thorin head over heels in love, fluff

Summary: After a big celebration (and a lot of cider) Yrsa, a cheeky herbalist from the Blue Mountains, wakes up in the arms of a handsome (but grumpy) blacksmith who turns out to be none other than the famous king - Thorin Oakenshield. Fighting her hangover, she decides to avoid the awkwardness of "the morning after" and disappears. Will Thorin find her again?

You can read this fic here and on AO3.

Searching for the previous parts? Here they are:

Khuzdul: Harsûnê - my flame-lady Mabiramarralûnê - my passionate man Thorinuldûm - Thorin’s Halls (the place in the Blue Mountains where Longbeards lived after Sack of Erebor) Ursarusê - my tiny fire Biraijzêr - “the pull”, for Dwarves, both being in love and feeling that this is the right person to marry Lulkh - fool

Blame It on Cider, part 8

One week later

The sweet weight of Yrsa’s body as she straddled him, the warmth of her skin flush against his, made Thorin wake up in an instant. His eyes blinked open only to see her fiery hair cascading down towards his face as she lowered herself over him. She was like a secret magical spring glade in the middle of a frozen winter forest he was fortunate enough to find. Yrsa. His eyes took in the sight of her; her radiant eyes, green as fresh grass, her glistening locks caressing his cheek and filling his lungs with the scent of a blooming meadow, her full, pink lips, inviting and warm, like the first rays of the morning sun. “Good morning, Master Blacksmith,” she brushed her nose against his, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips, her fingers playing with the curls on his chest. “Have you slept well?” “I think I may still be dreaming,” he murmured and let his lips meet hers in a lazy, lengthy kiss, their private little ritual they eagerly repeated every morning since their first night at the shepherd’s hut. A shadow of a grin formed on Thorin’s lips when he recalled that kissing was not the only thing they did with equal eagerness every morning.

His hands slid down her shoulders, gliding down her back only to rest over the enticing curve of her hips, eliciting a small sigh out of her. Yrsa’s knees were pressed against his sides now, her hands resting on both sides of his head. A thought crossed Thorin’s mind – his warrior instinct should have been warning him about being trapped. Instead, his whole body reveled in the fact of being surrounded by such an alluring cage. Their kiss deepened, its sweetness giving way to fire inside him, kindled by her delicious mouth, by her nimble tongue, by the sensation of her pebbled nipples brushing against his pectorals. Oh yes, his whole body was awake now, hot magma running through his veins, rousing his most primal urges, spreading through his lower abdomen and making the tension in his groin grow more intense. His fingers dug into the beguiling softness of her skin as he bent his legs up, his feet flat on the bed, making her round bottom bump against his thighs. Their lips parted and Yrsa gave out a surprised gasp. Her lovely face seemed to glow as her eyes suddenly opened. Her unfocused gaze, her copper eyebrows, arched like robin’s wings, contrasting with the paleness of her creamy skin, her plump lips already slightly swollen because of his ministrations, everything about her was… wonderful. Perfect. Beautiful. Thorin yearned for Yrsa deeply, as if the last time they made love happened not several hours but several centuries ago.

A triumphant growl left his lips as he devoured her mouth, so tender, so delectable, and Yrsa let out another sigh as she slowly lowered herself over him. The impossible heat of her womanhood pressed against his hardness. Sweet Mahal, she was so wet already, so incredibly ready for him. Thorin felt dizzy, utterly drunk with her, and yet he wanted more of her, all of her, body and soul; she was his and he was hers, and he needed to show it to her at that very moment.

He began to sit up, intending to bring her even closer and then plunge into the sweet pool of her arousal to soar with her on the wings of passion, but just then a slender hand pressed against his chest.

“Let me…?” Yrsa spoke, a shadow of a blush settling on her cheeks, and all he found himself able to do was nod and rest his back on the bed once more.

During the last few days, Thorin found it exhilarating to see those new rare glimpses of her boldness as Yrsa seemed to be testing the waters with him. Secretly he hoped that perhaps she was finally accepting that he was a Dwarf of flesh and bone and not only that cursed title that seemed to unnecessarily intimidate her.

She lowered her face to press a tender kiss on his lips, making a river of heat rush down his spine. His palms rested on her strong, shapely thighs, caressed them impatiently, ready to move to her hips and set them at that one sweet angle so that he could finally burrow inside her and become one with her.

But her small hands closed on his wrists and pulled them away from her body, pinning his arms to the bed. He met her gaze and found a playful flicker in her eyes. Yrsa tilted her head surrounded by the halo of her flaming hair that flowed all the way down to cover her mouthwatering, full breasts. Thorin wanted to reach up and expose those beauties to his hungry gaze so he could admire their perfect shapes to his heart’s content, then touch them and taste them, but Yrsa’s hands still held his wrists firmly against the bed. “You Longbeards have this saying… Let the forge come to the blacksmith, is that correct?”

“Aye.” Thorin’s tongue wet his suddenly parched lips and he was rewarded with a smile.

Yrsa let go of him, then her fingertips meandered along his shoulders, his pectorals, his abdomen and lower, kindling all-consuming fire within him, painting a sizzling trail all the way to his navel and beyond.

“Close your eyes?” she whispered. “Please?”

As darkness surrounded him, Thorin gave out a growl when her delicate fingers encircled his throbbing member and moved lazily back and forth only to finally press his tip against her pulsing heat. Yrsa descended upon him unhurriedly, letting him delve into her depths, enveloping him with her silky flesh, pulling him in deeper to the very core of her wetness and, as his hips bucked into her, she tightened around him. A half-grunt half-moan of pleasure left his lips. There was only her touch, her scent, the sound of her quickened breath, her dewy warmth, her firm thighs pressing against him. There was only her.

“Harsûna…” he muttered, savouring the moment, feeling the slight pressure of her palms splayed on his chest, her body swaying slightly. “May I look now?”

“Yes,” Yrsa whispered, her voice slightly tense, but she didn’t move.

Thorin opened his eyes. How lovely she looked above him, joined with him, slightly tilting towards his face, her moist lips forming a delicious “o” of something akin to surprise.

“Is all well, my little witch?” he asked, moving his hand towards her face.

“It is,” she panted, her eyes unfocused. “You are just so… so much…” “Too much?”

“Just enough,” Yrsa took his hand, placing a kiss in the middle of his palm, and intertwining her fingers with his. “I’m savouring you.”

“Then let me give you more to savour,” Thorin moved his hips in a circular motion, in a way he had already learned Yrsa liked especially much. A chuckle died on her lips as she moaned and rocked on top of him. Her fingers tightened against his palm while she slowly lifted her hips only to lower herself against him, and a jolt of pleasure ran to his core. Her hips repeated the motion, slightly quicker, and then again, and soon a triumphant but contagious smile appeared on Yrsa’s face as she found her unhurried pace; each of her movements kindling new fires inside him.

Thorin did not know when her palms pressed his hands against the bed, their fingers still intertwined. Mesmerized, he devoured every single inch of her nakedness with his eyes like a starving man. He feasted on the way her body rose and fell, the way her thighs moved, her hips finding the perfect angle every single time, picking up speed; the way his hardness sank between her taut folds; the way her pert behind brushed against his own thighs and each time it happened, eliciting a moan from her.

Thorin noticed how unfocused Yrsa’s heavily lidded eyes were while her soft eyelashes cast sensual shadows on her flushed cheeks. He could not tear his eyes off her every time she took him deep inside her, a myriad of sensations etched in her beautiful features. Snugly enveloped in the heat of her little forge, he matched his movements with hers, giving her an extra thrust whenever her pelvis met his, and then being rewarded with yet another melodic moan that fell from her lips. Not being fully in control was a new feeling for Thorin, an exhilarating feeling that swelled inside him even more whenever her velvety walls tightly wrapped around his girth in a fluid motion, never slowing down the pace.

The burning pressure in him was almost unbearable, Yrsa’s body keeled towards his chest, her breathing uneven, her fingers tightening against his even more. By now, Thorin learned her reactions well enough to recognize what was about to happen. Yrsa was lost in her passion, chasing her pleasure, her movements faster and erratic. When she pressed her alluring, trembling body against his with all her weight, his hips instinctively bucked upward, making Yrsa stiffen, and she succumbed to the rapture that consumed her with his name on her lips.

That was when the intense feeling of release rushed through Thorin’s body and stars exploded under his eyelids. As the waves of pleasure swept over him, he held her close against his chest, and it felt right and exhilarating and all-encompassing, and each breath he took filled his lungs with the scent of a blooming meadow. His fiery Yrsa.

As he felt Yrsa relax against him in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Thorin pressed a small kiss on her forehead and whispered, “Good morning, Harsûnê.“

“Thorin, Mabiramarralûnê…” she mumbled drowsily, melting into him, her full lips brushing against his earlobe.

He drifted off to sleep, holding the woman he loved in his arms, for the first time in years feeling at peace with the world.

***

“Thorin… Thorin, wake up! We have overslept!” Yrsa placed her hand on Thorin’s bare shoulder and shook it gently.

“Again…?” he grunted into a pillow, wrinkling his nose.

“Yes, again,” she stifled a chuckle when he pulled the blanket over his head. “It is almost noon!”

“In that case… Let us go back to sleep,” he offered and pulled her into him, his powerful arms wrapping tightly around her. In the blink of an eye, Yrsa found herself pressed against his chest, his coarse hair tickling her nose. She would be lying to herself if she said she minded it. To be honest, the thought of dozing off like this again, enjoying the warmth of Thorin’s body and his closeness, did not seem like a bad idea at all.

“But weren’t we supposed to leave the hut first thing in the morning?” she protested faintly.

“Not after you rode me like a pony all the way to Emyn Muil and back.” As he spoke, one of his hands started tracing the line of her spine, making her purr like a cat that had just drank a bowl of cream.

She giggled, “That was yesterday. Today it was all your doing! I was minding my own business, sleeping innocently, while you decided to… stoke the fire in the forge with your poker.”

“My poker?!” He opened one eye and huffed, faking indignance. “Truly?” “Yes, and a very large one, too!” Yrsa tried to avert the damage, failing to hide a smirk in his chest. “Because its owner is a very… very big and strong Dwarf!”

“Keep talking, my little witch,” he murmured into her hair, but she tilted her head up and found his lips instead, kissing him sloppily. At that very moment, kissing Thorin was undeniably superior to talking. Yrsa did not mind that either. In fact, it would be so easy to get used to it…

“A few more of your kisses and I will start suspecting that you want me to forget who complained about being too sore to walk today...” Thorin’s sinfully low voice rumbled in his chest, interrupting her thoughts.

“I have no memory of saying any such words!” Yrsa chuckled teasingly, her fingers running down the hard plain of his pectoral while something even harder and incredibly hot pressed against her upper thigh. Something fluttered in her core as a familiar growl left Thorin’s lips.

“Allow me to refresh your memory then, my lady,” he murmured, cupping her bottom with one of his large palms and rolling her on her back.

“Thorin! This way we’ll never leave the bed until the evening!” she rolled her eyes theatrically.

“Challenge accepted, Harsûnê,” as he spoke, his breath set the smooth skin of her breast on fire. And guess what? She did not mind it at all.

***

Ploughing through the deep snow, Yrsa smiled to herself, quickly glancing at Thorin who walked beside her. It took them two more days until they finally managed to wake up on time and leave the cavern. Shamefully she had to admit that it was not their (nonexistent) internal discipline that allowed them to finally leave that place, but rather… hunger. No, not the one of carnal variety (this one would have kept them in that bed for at least a week more). The truth was simple: their food rations were running low. Besides, Yrsa had one more reason to hurry home.

“I wonder if Ursarusê will remember me at all. I’ve been gone for two weeks,” Yrsa sighed, her eyes set on the large gates of her home city carved into a mountain wall ahead. The tip of her reddened nose tingled. It was a freezing winter afternoon and the sky was rapidly darkening, but at least the blizzard was gone for good.

“I have often left Dís with her sons for weeks or even months when they were tiny pebbles. Every time I returned, they would give me their big, toothless smiles and ask me for stories, as if I had never left,” Thorin’s lips curled up in a fond smile when he stopped for a moment.

Yrsa took his outstretched gloved hand and squeezed it in appreciation. Whatever happened between them in that shepherd’s hut (she desperately tried to avoid thinking about the most graphic details at the moment, soon she would be home, greeting her family and she needed to have her wits about her and act like a respectable lady and not like his Harsûnê), and wherever it might lead, having Thorin around felt surprisingly… well… good. Comforting. Reassuring. And no, she was not drunk (and certainly not on cider! Uh, what would she give now for one mug of warm, spiced cider!). Unless one meant the dizziness she felt every time Thorin looked at her in that tender way of his, making her knees weak.

She had to admit that after spending a bit more time with him, she occasionally caught herself thinking of him as “her” Thorin. Not a haughty king, certainly not a grumpy blacksmith, but just Thorin. Thorin, her… who? Yrsa was not quite sure. A part of her (a growing part, to be honest) needed time to seriously think about his proposal, or rather, his proposals. Each of them, separately, overwhelmed her with its implications, and together, they made her mind whirl.

The first one, the offer of employment in Thorinuldûm, seemed too good to be true. Luckily, Yrsa now knew Thorin too well to even suspect that an honourable Dwarf like him would lower himself to bribing her in that manner only because of their… um… not-yet-specified-but-very-private-and-very-enjoyable-relation. From what she heard, the new settlement of the Ereborean refugees was quite large. If they really had only one healer and one apothecary, as Thorin claimed, she could easily make her ends meet there — unlike in her home city, where there seemed to be as many healers, surgeons, and herbalists as mountain goat herders. And Thorin reassured her that both she and Ursarusê would be welcome in Thorin's Halls (and of course she only meant the name of the city in Westron, certainly not Thorin's own halls! No, not his home! Certainly not his bedroom! Not at all! Not thinking about a cute little rocking cradle standing next to a bed large enough to fit two people!). In that new city, she and her little girl would be away from the prying eyes of people who have known Yrsa all of her life – and their wagging tongues. Not often a Dwarf-maiden returned home after a long absence with a newborn babe in her arms, but without a husband.

And then there was Thorin’s second proposal. Whenever she tried to wrap her head around it, something seemed to paralyse her at the idea of her, Yrsa, a simple herbalist, courting the king of Longbeards. And don’t even try to think about where that courting would lead to, Yrsa’s brain! Every Dwarf knew that courting was only a step away from plaiting the marriage braids and rarely—if ever—broken off. And Dwarves married only once in their lives! One simply did not agree to be courted if they did not feel the biraijzêr. The pull, as her people called it. The deep conviction that one found the person they wanted to spend their life with. Did Thorin feel it? Or was it just mostly lust and maybe a pinch of infatuation on his part? And what about her own feelings? As much as she liked the idea of enjoying Thorin’s closeness or falling asleep in his arms every night, she realised how absurd the idea of her becoming his wife was. Stupid Dwarf! Why couldn’t he be a simple Broadbeam blacksmith? Why did he have to ruin everything by being born into some stupid royal family half the world away?

“Do not fret, Harsûnê. Ursarusê will be happy to see you again,” the stupid Dwarf’s rumbly voice reached her.

“Your nephews… How old are they?” Yrsa tried to focus on their conversation again.

“Fili is eleven and Kili is six, but he claims he is ‘almost ten’,” she heard Thorin chuckle. “I wonder what you will think of them when you meet them.”

Yrsa did not feel any fluttering in her belly at the thought of crossing the threshold of his halls (yes, now she meant his home!) and meeting the stupid Dwarf’s family. She gritted her teeth. It was simply hunger, nothing else.

“Kili reminds me of Tovi, my eldest brother’s son. He is eight, but these days he claims he is ‘almost half-battle age’. I suspect it may have something to do with the fact that his little brother was born a few weeks ago.”

“My mother tells me I was exactly like Kili when my younger brother was born,” Thorin admitted. Looking into his face, it was easy to imagine a tiny, proud princeling puffing up his chest and Yrsa could not stop herself from smiling.

A sudden, strong whiff of wind made Thorin look at the sky with a slight frown.

“If your leg allows it, let us walk faster. I do not like the sight of that cloud.”

Nodding in agreement, she squeezed his hand again and they hastened their pace. Yrsa’s sprained ankle was not yet fully healed—neither was Thorin’s leg—but she did her best, using Thorin’s arm as support when needed. The thought of another blizzard coming soon added to her strength. They would rest and recuperate when they reached the Firebeard stronghold and Yrsa’s family home. The plan was simple. They were to spend several days there and then she would pack all the needed things, her tinctures and herbal essences – everything that could be needed to heal Thorin’s ailing mother. After that, they would travel across the mountains, to Thorinuldûm.

But first, Thorin had to meet her family. And not run away screaming.

***

Yrsa’s stomach growled. It had to be hunger. But since the moment she saw the entrance to the Dwarvish stronghold she was born and raised at, there was also a growing worry in her, making her stomach clench. With every step they were approaching her family home and she still had not talked with Thorin. As soon as the guards greeted them and let them pass into the spacious entrance hall, Yrsa pulled Thorin to the side, away from curious ears. There was no use delaying the inevitable.

“What is it?” Thorin frowned, taking off his hood.

“Would you…” she swallowed. “Would you be greatly offended if I introduced you to my family simply as Thorin the blacksmith?”

He shook his head, “Not at all. This is my craft, after all. Is anything the matter, Yrsa? You look worried.”

“It is just… My family…” she looked away. “It would be better if they did not know about… about who you are. Apart from being a blacksmith, that is. I mean… Maybe when…”

“YRSAAA!!!” an animalistic roar pierced the air. No. This could NOT be happening. Not now. Something—or rather someone—very bulky and very furry charged towards her, heavy footsteps thudding against the stone floor. That someone looked exactly as it sounded – like a drunk bear.

“What in the name of–” Thorin started.

“Ugh!” Yrsa managed to utter before the aforementioned drunk bear crushed her in a hearty hug.

“Lil’ sis!” the beast exclaimed and then hiccuped. “You’re back!”

“Bjalfi! My ribs!” she chuckled, disentangling herself from her brother’s affectionate embrace and giving Thorin a reassuring smile only to see a frown on his face. Not good. She needed to act fast. “Thorin, this is my brother, Bjalfi. Bjalfi, this is Thorin, my… travelling companion.” “Your travelling companion, huh?” Her brother took a good look at him, from head to toe. Yrsa cleared her throat. She was not lying, was she? It was true, they were travelling together and they were companions. Of sorts. They kept each other company, right? Especially during long winter nights… Shut up, Yrsa’s feminine parts! It was time to use the upper brain for once and avoid getting herself in trouble!

“Yes, we met on the trail. Thorin will be staying with us for a couple of days,” she added in a firm voice.

“Will he now…” Bjalfi folded his arms across his chest and glared at her “companion”. And then he hiccuped again.

“Yes, he will,” she rested her fists on her hips. “Because I invited him!”

Yrsa ignored her brother’s ostensible huff that followed and then her eyes rested on the darkening frown on Thorin’s face. She wondered if she should thank Mahal for his silence so far or prepare for the storm his calm preceded.

“A pleasure to meet Yrsa’s brother,” Thorin finally spoke. Coldly. Here he was, the grumpy blacksmith, folding his arms as well and scowling. And then she glanced at her brother who was busy sizing Thorin up and letting out something that sounded like a growl. She tried not to roll her eyes too much. Overprotective Dwarves and their egos.

“Straight from the tavern, eh, Bjalfi?” Yrsa asked lightly, attempting to change the subject.

“Been celebratin’, sis!” her brother grinned widely and hiccuped, making the multiple braid cuffs in his copper-coloured beard clink. “Mithril! He won the race!”

“Congratulations! I knew he would make it this time!” she patted his meaty forearm and explained to Thorin, “Mithril is Bjalfi’s prized race buck. My brother is a mountain goat breeder.”

“Aye,” Bjalfi offered proudly, swaying slightly and puffing up his chest. He was slightly shorter than Thorin, but with his bulk and muscle mass her bear of a brother made up for the height difference. When Thorin offered his reserved congratulations for the victory, Bjalfi narrowed his eyes.

“It was easy. You just need to know how the mind of a billy goat works,” he flashed his teeth in a skewed grin. “In a way, those beasties are like men. Always thinking of getting their paws on a piece of… juicy cabbage. You just need to show them their place, y’know?”

Thorin pressed his lips in a thin line and balled his palm in a fist.

Yrsa felt a pressure increasing in her temples, a sign that a headache was coming. She stepped closer to Thorin, giving him an I-am-losing-my-patience-but-also-please-no-scenes-in-public-yes-I-know-my-brother-is-a-lulkh-sometimes look. Or at least she hoped that was what her gaze conveyed.

“Bjalfi, one more word and I swear…” she groaned and shook her head. “Let us go home, I am famished.”

Yrsa was about to pick up her rucksack from the floor where she had left it when Bjalfi’s heavy hand rested on her shoulder.

“No, no, allow me, lil’ sis. You’re tired!” he pointed at the stone floor, trying not to sway, and added in an ostentatiously resounding whisper, flexing his muscles. “Between you and me, your companion looks like he’s a bit of a wimp.”

“Bjalfi!” Yrsa did what sisters usually did in these kinds of situations and gave him a kick right in his ankle. And she had her favourite iron toe cap boots on! Unfortunately, her misbehaving brother wore thick leather boots too and did not even notice it. Drat! Life was so cruel sometimes.

“What, sis?” he grinned mischievously. “You know very well what I’m talking about!” she retorted, wishing her eyes could shoot lightnings.

“I’d better carry it.” Thorin lifted the rucksack with a grunt. “Bjalfi does not seem stable enough. Not enough juicy cabbage in his diet, I assume.”

“Oh, no! Not you too!” Yrsa turned to him, irritation growing in her. “I can carry it myself, thank you very much. You both better follow me and stop behaving like little boys!”

With these words, she grabbed the rucksack and marched off, gritting her teeth. Behind her, she heard someone grunting and someone else hiccuping. Muttering something about ridiculous Dwarves, she kept on walking, followed by the angry stomping of two pairs of heavy Dwarvish boots.

And to make matters worse, her stomach growled loudly, echoing against the walls of the corridor. She needed some food. And a mug of cider. Or five.

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Helter Skelter (cult leader!Ezra x f!reader) - Chapter 6 [the end]

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Pairing: cult leader!Ezra x f reader, dark!Ezra x f reader

Series summary: When you meet a mysterious thinker named Ezra, you join up with his followers and become a part of their family. Your new life is full of psychedelics, sex, and mind bending experiences. But there’s something dark lurking in Ezra’s philosophy. Will you discover it before it’s too late?

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Rating: E 18+!

Warnings: SPOILERS dark!Ezra, elements of dubcon (this is a cult so there is psychological manipulation), cults (obviously), pregnancy, p in v sex, oral sex, pregnancy loss, violence, blood (feel free to let me know anbout anything ive missed)

a/n: This is the end of the story. I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride. I can’t believe that it took me this long to get this fic completed. I remember messaging @wordsandwhiskey about an acid trip to the Green and it feels like ages ago. My personal life has been a journey. I’m working on publishing a fucking book. But I’ve wanted to come back and finish this out. I pretty much never get into drama or get personal but here’s some tea. Before I even posted the first chapter of this fic, there was a lot of negative shit being said about its content. I was blocked by people who I’d never interacted with. I saw conversations about me bleed over to twitter. I got nasty asks (not even on anon) that I simply deleted because I knew replying would just get them off. I actually considered not posting this fic at all and when my amazing friends convinced me that was silly, I still felt so much anxiety about the asks I might get. I remember posting the first chapter not because I was excited to share a story but as evidence, to prove that whatever had been assumed about what I wrote wasn’t true. Anyway, to get to the point, I know this isn’t one of the more popular things that I’ve written but thank you for reading it. Thank you for reblogging it. Thanks for just giving it a chance. I actually love this fic for all of the reasons other people hate it. I love hearing that I’ve given readers goosebumps and that they feel the pull of Ezra’s charm despite knowing how dangerous he is. I’m really proud of this. All of that being said, I warned you from the very beginning, there is no happy ending. This story gets darker still if you can believe it. I hope it thrills you.

That night there was a bonfire. Everyone was giddy, especially Cee who’d laid her hand gently on your belly, her eyes as big as saucers. She threw her arms around your neck and your tears had come even harder.

You sat in the grass by the fire soaking in its warmth, your body deliciously exhausted from emotion. Your face hurt from smiling. Ezra was behind you, his knees outside of your own, fingers tracing the skin of your bicep. On the opposite side, Clo and Rieve had already started making out. Tracy situated herself beside Ezra but you hardly noticed. When she tried passing a joint to Ezra he waved her away.

“You’re not going to leave now, are you?” Cee asked. She perched in front of you with her knees folded under. Her cheeks glowed in the warm light of the flames.

You cupped her face in your palm.

“Of course not, birdie” Ezra’s voice came as he wrapped his arm around your middle and rocked you side to side.

You laughed and Cee let out a whoop as she stood and started spinning around. She looked beautiful and delicate like a magical woodland creature. Her silhouette was dark against the thin fabric of her dress, illuminated by orange. You could feel Tracy watching you until Cee pulled her to her feet with a bubble of laughter.

Ezra pinned you in closer to his chest, pressing a lump in the denim of his jeans at the small of your back. “I want you so desperately,” he purred against your ear. A shiver of pleasure spread over your skin. His eyes looked black as they slid across you, deep enough to fall into.

He got up and took you by the hand, leading you back to the house. It was dark inside, everything covered in shadow but you could find your way up to the bedroom blind. The bon fire shone through the bedroom windows and you could hear the far away sounds of the others singing.

Ezra laid you out on the big bed. It wasn’t Muriel’s bed anymore. This place was yours now. They’d claimed this house, your family, made a place for you, for this. You slid out of the dress, your dress, and you could barely breathe as you felt Ezra’s glinting eyes drinking you in.

“My beautiful starlight queen,” he rasped. He cupped your breast and found your nipple, sucking furiously. You moaned deeply and he made a noise of approval that set you on fire.

When he was finished, his lips were glistening and he kissed you. The sour taste from retching earlier still lingered in your mouth but Ezra didn’t seem to care. His tongue burrowed against yours eagerly as if he wanted to devour you from the inside out. He wanted all of you, even the vile parts. And you would take him the same way. Whatever had revolted you, whatever you’d feared, none of it compared to the feeling of Ezra wanting you, needing you. He’d become a part of you, one that you couldn’t cut out.

You grasped his standing cock and tugged. Ezra let out a throaty groan but his hand encircled your wrist.

“Patience, Star,” he whispered, guiding your touch away. “My most precious jewel.”

Ezra put his lips to your fingertips and then slunk down your body, his nose trailing a heated path across your belly. His hand slid up your leg towards your center and you gasped. He knelt between your legs and inhaled deeply. The feeling of his stubble against the sensitive skin of your thigh lit up your entire body.

“I want to taste you. You’re already sweet as honey,” he said as he parted your thighs. “Soon you’ll be ripe as a peach.” His mouth surrounded you, tongue coaxing more release from you. He growled into you, vibrating up your spine and making your back arch away from the mattress. “Delicious.”

His palm splayed out on your belly as his tongue swirled over you, drinking you in. Ezra continued on noisily, drowning out the sounds of the celebrations outside. Your eyes screwed shut, overwhelmed by the mounting sensation, dizzy and glorious. He edged you closer and closer with his long strokes. A tingle burned up from Ezra’s mouth to your throat and it burst out in a feral grunt through gritted teeth.

“That’s right,” he cooed as you came down from your high. He crawled up beside you, held your chin in his big hand and put his slick lips to yours.

You were still reeling, pulsing at your core, and breathless as Ezra rolled you over him. His eyes darted over your body, greedily trying to take all of you in at once. You felt needy, desperate for more of him so you rocked up on your knees and slid down onto him. The long, straining sound he made was delicious.

You threw your head back, rolling your hips over him. Ezra’s hand found places to touch and grab– the curve of your hip, the muscles in your calf. It felt like you were floating, like you could take him up to the Green with your ecstasy alone.

Ezra’s hips stuttered against you, brows twisted, lost in pleasure. You pressed your chest against his, skin sticky with perspiration. He buried his face in your hair, snarling, and you felt his nose against the sweat on your temple.

“Let me defile you once again,” he said.

His ragged voice made you come apart and, just as you crested, your body quivering and plummeting like you were sliding downhill, you felt him leave you. You clenched around nothing, a cry escaping you as you panted. Ezra put your limp body onto your back and you opened your eyes to see him up on his knees, pulling at himself. Soon he was marking your stomach with his hot release, swearing and grunting.

Ezra was still sleeping when you slid out of bed. He’d pulled you into his chest before he dozed off, a heavy arm draped across your middle.

“It’ll be a girl,” he told you. “We’ll call her Ruby.” He brushed his lips against your shoulder, the stubble on his face rough and wet. “Stay with me.”

You wouldn’t dream of being separated from him now.

Dawn was breaking, painting the room in a dull purple glow. The house was quiet and you assumed the others had gone to sleep just a few hours earlier. There was a full length mirror on the door to the armoire in the corner. You crept over and studied the reflection of your naked body.

How had you missed it? You spent so much time in your own skin and yet you hadn’t paid any attention to the swell that was growing. It wasn’t a dramatic change, a little fullness in the belly like you’d feasted on a Thanksgiving dinner. You realized now that your breasts had swollen like a balloon threatening to pop. No wonder Ezra had spent all night clutching them in his sleep.

You smoothed your open hand across your stomach. What would she look like? You hoped she had Ezra’s eyes, his thick, dark hair. A smile bloomed on your lips as you pictured him with a soft little child in the crook of his arm. You had to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from letting out a laugh.

Ezra wouldn’t let you out of bed once the mid-morning came. When you told him it was your turn to make coffee, he chuckled. “Cee can attend to that,” he said and began kissing your neck again.

You arched your back, wiggling closer to him. It could always be like this and, still, it would never be enough of him.

When you sighed you heard his deep purr in your ear. “Mhmm.”

His fingers had just began to tease between your legs when you heard the door squeak open. Tracy appeared with her hands behind her back and Ezra unwrapped himself, sitting up against the wooden headboard.

“Harmony,” Ezra said.

Irritation prickled at you as she sat herself down on the corner of the bed. You rested your head on Ezra’s shoulder, tangled your fingers into his.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize,” Tracy said. “Star, you’re like, totally glowing.”

“She is,” Ezra agreed. “Yet Star has always been incandescent.”

“What’s it feel like?” she tried.

She looked at Ezra skittishly trying to see if he was listening. You noticed it, though she hid it well. For a moment, you felt bad for her.

“I don’t know,” you told her. “It’s special.”

“Far out,” she responded. “I’ve never held a baby before.”

The image that popped into your head made you feel nauseated again. You had the urge to snatch away a child that wasn’t there. Suddenly, you grasped at your stomach and whined, curling into yourself. Ezra was immediately attentive, concern cutting his brow. You breathed in a hiss of air and buried your face into him.

“Star,” he said.

“Hurts,” you replied.

“I’ll get her some water,” Tracy said and rushed out.

Ezra rubbed your back gently, murmuring reassurances. After a moment you sighed and wiped sweat off of your brow.

“What’s troubling you?” Ezra asked.

“It’s nothing,” you told him. Your voice sounded weak. “I feel better.”

“It appears to be a wealth of something,” he said.

You sighed. “I don’t know. I just felt this…vibration.”

You could see Ezra’s eyes harden just slightly. Tracy was in the room again.

“Drink this, Star,” she said.

You winced when she handed you the glass and when she put her palm on your shoulder you shivered.

“Harmony, allow her to rest,” Ezra said.

Tracy flushed and nodded, quickly retreating from the room. Ezra got up and slid into his jeans. He tilted your chin up for a kiss.

“Sleep,” he whispered and then he left, closing the door softly behind him.

You never saw Tracy again.

You didn’t know what Ezra said to her but she was gone the next morning. There was a part of you, the part that had wondered about old Muriel, that questioned whether she’d actually left of her own free will. But you’d been able to ignore that voice before so just enjoyed the fact that she was gone and you were here with Ezra and the family and Ruby.

You were happier than you could ever remember. Every morning you woke up with your legs tangled around Ezra’s– hot, naked skin cooled by the breeze from the open window. Occasionally Cee would sleep next to you but Ezra, he was all yours. He didn’t want anyone else, never spent the night in another bed, would leave you breathless and spent over and over again. During the day, he touched you carefully and watched you with an intense desire that made you feel dizzy. Ezra whispered in your ear about how exceptional you were, how beautiful you’d become, how he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

The others took extra care of you, never asking you to volunteer for chores. Cee would pick flowers for you and write poems with words that rhymed with ‘Ruby.’ Even Clo was sweet to you and brought a pint of ice cream back when she and Rieve drove into town.

It was the best week of your life. If only you’d known how quickly it would all change.

You were on the porch that afternoon. The sky was the most perfect shade of blue, warm sun bathing the yard. It was autumn and the only leaves that still held onto the trees were red and purple. Cee braided Clo’s hair on the front steps. Rieve had just finished chopping wood. He laid against the painted floor of the porch, occasionally plucking a string on his guitar.

Ezra was happy that day. He had you in his lap, moving lazily in the rocking chair as his fingers slid your skirt up inch by inch with excruciating patience. Usually he’d be rambling on with one of his stories but he hadn’t spoken in a long time. Instead, he hummed a tune that was only loud enough for the two of you to hear.

“What song is that?” you asked him in a whisper.

He looked up at you with shining eyes and a mischievous smile. Your skirt wandered further up your thigh. Ezra opened his mouth to answer but he was distracted by the sound of crunching gravel. You turned to see a car pulling up the driveway.

“Who could that be, Birdie?” Ezra asked.

In the corner of your eye you saw Cee go rigid. Rieve sat up on his elbows.

The station wagon pulled to a stop close to the house. Its plates said Wisconsin or Washington, you never could quite remember. A woman in the passenger seat got out like a spring. She was somewhere in her 50s or 60s and the sour look on her face did little to make her look youthful. Her strawberry blonde perm was covered by a plastic kerchief and a little handbag bounced off of her arm.

Ezra slid you off of his lap and stood, stretching like a cat that had just woken up from a nap in the sun. “Afternoon,” he said.

The woman ignored him. Her little eyes looked over the property and you noticed how thickly she’d coated her lashes in mascara. “Harold, look at this place,” she said in disgust.

Harold unfolded himself out of the driver’s seat and had just managed to put his hat on as she berated him. He was balding and looked tired.

“How can I be of service to you?” Ezra inquired.

“Now, what’s going on here?” Harold asked.

“Where’s Muriel?” the woman demanded.

You swallowed. Ezra had dispatched with the old ladies easily but this woman was raring to fight.

Ezra looked between them he answered, “I’m afraid she isn’t at home.”

“Oh, don’t give us that malarkey,” Harold groaned.

Clo giggled quietly and you shot her a look. Cee’s body seemed to shrink on the other end of the steps.

“Aunt Muriel!” the woman began to call, craning her neck towards the windows on the second floor. “Aunt Muriel! It’s me, Rita!”

“Rita,” Ezra said, his voice as steady as ever. “You’ll have to forgive me but I have some tragic news.”

“I’ve heard all about it,” Rita snapped. She thrust a hand into her purse and pulled out a folded page. “A letter of condolence from her Rotary Club.”

Rieve started to gnaw at the corner of his fingernail.

“That’s right,” Ezra told her.

“And who the hell are you people?” Her face was blotchy with righteous anger as she peered at the letter. “Her granddaughter?” she scoffed. “She never had any children.”

“We live here,” you said. You weren’t sure how the words had come out so easily, so defiantly but you were standing tall with your arms crossed.

“Why in God’s name would a bunch of hooligans be living in my aunt’s house?” she snarled. “Where is she? What have you done with her?”

“She is deceased,” Ezra said, some of the cold irritation edging into his voice.

“What is this?” she went on. “You’ve turned the place into some kind of whorehouse?”

You could see Ezra’s shoulders rising and falling as he tried to keep his breath steady. Your jaw clenched so tightly you thought your teeth might shatter.

“Harold, get back in the car. We’re going to the police!” Rita said.

Just as you’d spoken so easily, everything that happened next came like an avalanche. Your vision tunneled. Rita turned towards the station wagon. You grabbed up the axe that had been left resting by the steps. Its wooden handle was still warm from Rieve’s grip.

THWACK.

It was kind of funny. The noise of blunt side of the axe connecting with Rita’s head was a lot quieter than you would have expected. And she didn’t immediately crash to the ground either. Instead, she reeled around, stepped towards you on wobbly feet, all while making a guttural groan.

Harold cried out and lunged for you and Clo tackled him to the ground. You hardly noticed, still incensed, smashing the axe into Rita’s skull again until she’d finally gone down.

All the while, your mind flashed hot. You weren’t going to lose Ezra because of this cunt. You hadn’t let anything come between you. You weren’t going to give up this life, not when you were finally happy, not when Ruby was on the way. You weren’t going to see your family threatened. Not by this bitch who hadn’t even noticed her aunt was six feet under. Fuck her. Fuck anybody that would keep you from what was yours.

Harold was screaming his head off, begging and scraping his fingers at the dirt. Somehow he managed to wriggle away and scramble onto his feet. You were so caught up in your fury that you didn’t see him approach, didn’t brace yourself when he leapt at you, circling you around the middle and pulling you to the ground. You landed hard on your side and you heard Cee call out your name but you didn’t feel anything at all even as the wind was knocked out of your lungs. Reive pulled Harold off you easily and Clo started kicking him in the stomach.

When Rita was finally down in the dirt, she flopped around twitching like a fish out of water until she stopped moving altogether. There was so much blood. A pool of between her matted hair and the clear plastic kerchief, smeared up the handle of the axe, staining your dress all up your belly. There was blood on your legs, too hot and sticky on your thighs.

You were breathing hard and you struggled to stand, the axe suddenly so heavy. You felt your heart beating fast in your chest, too fast. No, it was beating lower. Two heartbeats out of rhythm. You were shaking and you turned back to the porch, an eerie silence taking hold as Harold stopped whimpering. The axe handle slid from your grip and it fell with a thud against the earth. Cee was staring, a look of terror over her features. It made you laugh. There was nothing to worry about now. You’d done what you had to do but you were all safe now.

Your vision was going blurry.

Ezra was on the steps, motionless, his dark eyes on you, brows raised, lips parted. His expression was hard to read but he looked so handsome like that. He was a yard away but somehow he caught you before you fell to your knees. Everything was getting dark and you were so dizzy. Now there was yet another heartbeat pounding in your ears. You felt Ezra’s palm on your belly and the last thing you heard before you passed out was his voice saying your name.

“Star.”

You sit in the hard metal chair. How many times has he said your name?

“Where are they?” one of the doctors asks.

You begin to shake, your whole body shivering, tears budding in your eyes. The beige cinderblocks of the room seem to radiate cold, all the walls bare except for a clock. On the other side of the white table are three men, one with glasses, another taking notes.

“Where are the others?” the doctor asks.

You take a shuddering breath.

“On the Green,” you say, plastering a smile on your face but your lips twitch and quiver.

You know that’s not true. But you want it to be, desperately. You close your eyes every night before you fall asleep on the thin mattress and you see Ezra there, waiting for you. He has to be waiting for you.

“Come on, Star,” one of them says. His voice is tender but the words are cruel. “They left you there, didn’t they? They took you to the hospital but they didn’t stick around. They got out of dodge.”

Your head begins to shake back and forth uncontrollably and the tears fall down onto your cheeks. Your chest is so tight it burns.

“Ezra abandoned you.”

You nearly double over. This doctor doesn’t know anything. He’s lying to you. Ezra loves you. You and Ruby. But Ruby’s just an ache in the pit of your stomach, a punch in the fucking gut. You cry and tremble.

“Stop fooling yourself. They left you behind. Don’t you think you deserve better than that?” he asks and has the audacity to sound concerned.

You want to tell him to fuck off. He doesn’t know shit about it. But you just close your eyes.

“We’re trying to help you, Star.”

The words to one of Cee’s poems come to mind and you recite it silently over and over until you can’t hear what anyone’s telling you.

“I think we’ve put her through enough today,” someone says.

Once you settle down and stop hearing your pulse in your ears, after instructions to take deep breaths, they secure the cold cuffs around your wrists before escorting you back down the hall. You can’t be sure how long it’s been since you came here. And where here is, you’re not certain of either. They give you medicine that dulls your memories, makes you sluggish and puts the edges of things out of focus. Sometimes you wonder if this isn’t just a bad trip, a wrong turn on the way to the Green. If that’s the case it’ll end, that’s what you tell yourself.

They take you back to your room. Or is it a cell? You wait.

You close your eyes and remember the feeling of Ezra’s touch, the softness of Cee’s lips. It’s lonely here but they’re still with you.

Tonight, when you fall asleep on the threadbare cot, wrapped in the itchy smock you always seem to be wearing, you wake up again on the Green.

It’s dark and there's a chill in the air and you can hear the bugs chirping. You’re not wearing your suit but the air smells clean and moist. You make your way through the tall ferns, foliage tickling your shins, the ground plush beneath your bare feet. A glow outlines the rust colored trunks— a lantern hung outside of a tent. And you know what’s waiting inside.

THE END

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Moonlight & Fang Ch. 3

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Selene

Blossoming fields spanned the entirety of the land, broken up by a gently flowing river with several branches in the distance. In the heart of the green grasses, colorful flowers peeked out above and dazzled entire bee queendoms and brightly colored beetles. Above them birds soared high and far while a group of deer ran through the field in search of food or a place to rest.

A serene panorama with soft, floral scents accentuated by the warmth of a late spring's sun. Fortunately unbroken by the wispy clouds drifting by, provided any wolf with a perfect opportunity to rest both the body and the mind. The sight at night, both with a full moon and without, would certainly be worth waiting for.

But that was not why I was in the meadow today. I was foraging for herbs, which is a typical occurrence, for a tonic I needed to replenish. In doing so I seem to have stumbled upon a stranger wandering my land. Looking lost.

No, not just a stranger, but a wolf. Male and recently turned, as it may. As in the last 3 moon cycles or so. He smells vaguely familiar and quite delicious. But there is something about his scent that has my wolf growling in my head. Just a hint, but it smells of one of the hunters that murdered my father.

But that can’t be. I killed them all and feasted on their flesh to fill my little pup belly. Their bones do in fact decorate my greenhouse and entry way stairs.

Could it be a relative, a son perhaps. There is only one way to find out. I must scent and taste of his blood myself. But first I must lure him home where I may seek my answers with my mate at my side. Where my power is strongest and I have a direct link to the moon and her goddesses.

Dean

I swear there was a woman standing in the middle of the meadow but a moment ago. Did I dream her up? Have I been in the woods too long? These woods are cursed after all.

“Hello there.” A woman's voice whispers in my ear.

I spin on my heel, surprised someone got the jump on me, and grab the culprit. Slamming them against the nearest tree.

“Quick, reflexes. A bit jumpy though aren’t we?”

It’s the woman from the meadow. She’s smiling up at me as my hand is wrapped around her throat pinning her in place. Looking the least bit scared of me.

“You snuck up on me. I don’t like surprises.” I grit out.

“Hmm. Well I thought it only fair, since you were watching me from the shadows, to introduce myself. It’s not my fault that you were caught unawares.”

“You knew I was watching you?”

“I could smell you, long before your feet touched the ground a 100 yards out from my meadow. And what a wonderful scent it is. Alpha wolf isn’t always so pleasant.”

She can sense that I’m a wolf. She could only know that by being one herself. I need to be careful with this woman. No matter how tasty she smells. I came here to get answers about what happened to my father all those years ago. When he went on a hunt and never returned from these woods.

“Your meadow? These woods and everything that resides within it belong to a Hag. You look of no such hideousness.”

“Good to know you don't find me hideous, as you are in such close proximity. You know, since you're pinning me against this tree.” She chuckles. “For your information, to which I’m choosing to divulge, these woods did belong to the Hag. Upon my mothers passing they transferred to me.”

I grit my teeth and squeeze her soft throat. “So what are you then? I can smell you’re more than human. But there is more there than just Omega wolf.”

“Well, aren't you a curious thing? Wandering around in my woods and demanding answers from me. All while your hand is wrapped around my throat. A threat of violence just waiting to pass your lips.'' She tilts her head. “For now I will give you this one answer. To receive any further from me, you will need to follow me to my manor where my mate is waiting for my return.”

“Give me the answer first. That will determine my next steps.”

She sighs. Clearly annoyed by my antics. “I am a hybrid. A witch of Fae blood and wolf shifter. Unlike you, I was born with both thanks to my father being a strong Alpha. A witch I may be, but a hag I am not. Do not get that confused. Understand.”

“Noted.” I nod my head. “How can I trust that you mean me no harm?”

“Oh dear boy.” She lifts her hand and with the flick of a wrist is out of my hold and standing beside me. “You had no hold over me. I could have slipped your grasp at any moment. I chose to oblige your curiosity.”

I stare at her, mouth agape.

“Now. Are you going to come along peacefully to gain the answers you seek or will I have to do this the hard way.” She wiggles her fingers, nails transformed into claws and smiles. Showing off her sharp fangs. “I kinda hope you choose the hard way. I do love getting to exercise my power on more than just tinctures and healing.”

She clearly could have killed me many times over by now. I did venture here searching for answers. I am unsure about her mate, and my wolf is a bit growly about it knowing she is already claimed, but I am confident in my abilities to get myself out of the situation if it turns south.

“While you ponder over the risks. I’m going to gather my basket of herbs. Meet me in the meadow when you have decided to trust the fates or forge your own path.”

She winks at me and then saunters off. The sway of her hips is captivating, as her scent envelopes me. I could only catch a faint whiff of it earlier when I was making my way through the trees. Was she cloaking it from me? Not wanting to possibly influence my actions? Could she tell I barely have a handle on my wolf?

She is a mystery that I want to unravel. Mated already or not. I was a strong alpha male before I was bitten. So I know the Alpha wolf that resides inside me now is just as strong if not stronger. Who says I can’t challenge him and claim her for myself.

That settles it. I need to set my eyes on this mate. Plus I need to know more and she may be the only one that can help me find out what happened.

I hurry into the meadow. She lifts her basket from the ground, pulls her red hood forward and begins walking. Not sparing me a glance back. Confident that I will follow. “I’m not going to waste my energy teleporting us. So put those long bow legs to good use and get a move on before my mate starts to worry and comes searching for me.”

Selene

He follows behind me dutifully, as I make the familiar trek back home. I choose to hold off any conversation and hum a little tune. Remaining vigilant in my awareness of my surroundings. I still was unsure of this man’s intentions. What questions he was seeking answers for. Would the information make him a danger or something else? I have to assume this is the fate’s doing once more.

Why else would I find him in my woods, smelling good enough for my wolf to take notice. It’s not like we are not satisfied at home. On the contrary, our lustful appetites have been more than sated these last few months.

As we step through the trees into the clearing that houses the manor I hear a subtle intake of breath come from behind me.

“This is where you live?”

“Yes.” I respond. “Did you think I lived in some small little hovel in the big bad woods? I’m a powerful supernatural being. I have magic literally running through my veins. Of course I live in a manor fit for a Queen.”

“My apologies. I just…” He’s at a loss for words as he tries to fix the perceived slight.

“Am a simple man who has no need for extravagances. I get it. But not everyone lives like a hunter with only the things they can carry.”

“I never told you I was a hunter.”

“Didn’t need to, dear. It’s in the way you carry yourself. Not to mention your display of quick reflexes in the woods earlier and the weapons you have hidden on your person. The main thing though is the talisman hanging around your neck. It’s clan specific.”

“How do you know that?”

“To obtain that answer you are going to have to head inside with me. I need to put these herbs away and I’m quite over being on my feet.”

I make my way onto my porch where I am greeted with the door opening before I can reach it and Jax stepping out. He reaches forward, placing his hands on my cheeks and pulls me into a deep kiss.

He pulls away and runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Bringing home strays now, are we little red? Newly turned ones at that.”

“What else was I supposed to do? He smelled divine and he found his way to my meadow while I was in it. Almost as if he was destined to.”

“Mmm. Alright, darling. So you brought him home instead of just claiming him in the woods because…”

“He has yet to be truly tested. There are answers he seeks, that I may be the only one to give. If they are what I think they are, I want to be protected in case it takes a turn. Plus it didn't feel right testing him without you present. He would be an addition, not a replacement. He needs to know that.”

“And where are we conducting this test?”

“The library of course.”

“Ahh. Where you are most powerful. Need I prepare anything?”

“Just make sure our strongest chair is available.”

“Oh this is going to be good.”

Dean

I watch her converse with who I can only assume is her mate. Not only because he kissed her, but by the way he looks are her like she is the entire moon and stars. I thought it would make my wolf angry seeing such a display, but the asshole practically purred in my head.

He didn't feel threatened. He wanted to join in. The word pack being repeated over and over in my head. Listen asshole, I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but I’m still in control and as much as that looks like a fun sandwich to be a part of, I still need answers. And she clearly has them. After I get what I want, then you can have a chance to get what you want. Understood.

He growled a bit but agreed to my terms, for now, and settled down.

Sensing their moment was over, I make my way over. Taking in the haunting beauty of the all black manor. Much like the haunting beauty of its owner. Who’s name I am yet to know.

As I make my way up the porch stairs she speaks. “This is my mate Jax. Like me, he was born a wolf. So please no Alpha funny business. For now at least.”

I nod my head in his direction. “Dean.” He nods in return and I turn my head in her direction. “Am I ever going to be graced with your name?”

“And here I was enjoying being mysterious.” She teases.

“Red.” Jax admonishes her. A hint of warning intoned.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Playtime is over for now.” She removes her hood from her head, a cascade of curls fall down around her. “Nice to formally meet you Dean, the hunter. I am Selene.”

“Your mother, the Hag, named you after a goddess?”

“It’s a long story. Better to be shared at a later date. Unless you are willing to wait on those answers you seek.”

“No. I have waited long enough.”

“Alright then. Let’s head inside to the library where we can get more comfortable.”

She walks off into the house. Removing her red cloak in the process. Revealing a midnight black dress that hugs her generous curves like a second skin. My wolf purred in my head once more and this time I had to agree with him.

I shook myself from my lustful thoughts just as I heard her Alpha chuckle. “Come on. I’ll show you the way.”

I followed behind the blonde man with a physique that rivaled my own. He clearly was a man used to hard labor and carried himself with a natural confidence. I can see why she chose him as her mate.

I scanned my surroundings as we made our way through the manor. Taking note of the skulls that adorned the handrails of the stairs. Upon making it to the library, I come to find even more macabre items scattered among the walls of books. As well as more bones of varying species.

It clearly is a special and well cared for room. I assume it is where she spends the most time.

She stands behind a large ornate black chair . “Please, have a seat.”

Without second thought I place my large frame on the armless chair. Before I have a chance to adjust and get comfortable, vines begin to sprout up around me. I start to fight them, but the more I struggle, the tighter they become. My arms and legs are bound. I am at the mercy of Selene’s magic.

“I apologize for using my magic against you. But I needed reassurance for this talk. You understand don't you?”

“I understand that you better have a good reason for it. It will be your only saving grace when I get out of them.”

“Tsk tsk, hunter. Always with a threat upon your tongue. Let’s hurry this along then shall we. Ask your questions.”

“How long have you lived in these woods?”

“My entire existence so far.”

“Have you ever encounter a group of hunters in the woods?”

“Of course. Numerous times. You’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”

“In your youth, did you happen upon a group of hunters wearing this same talisman?”

“Yes.” She calmly states.

I breathe a sigh of relief. “They never returned home from that hunt. My father was with them that day. Do you know what happened?”

“I do. Vividly.” She states with a hint of anger laced in.

“Care to elaborate sweetheart?”

She relaxes her face and looks off into the stained glass windows surrounding the room. “My father and I were foraging for supplies that day. Something we did weekly. The group of hunters you speak of happened upon us. They sensed that we were other and attacked us. Killing my father right in front of my very eyes.”

She turns to face me. Locking her dagger like gaze on me as she divulges the rest of the story. A wicked smile on her face. “I was but 9 years old. A pup, who had only really shifted in play. Watching your father bleed out in front of you and perish would leave anyone in anguish. But I am not just anyone. My wolf took over that afternoon. And I tasted human flesh for the first time. I tore through the entire party. Leaving no one alive. Justice was served by my fangs and I have no regrets. I keep their bones within these walls to remind me of how quickly life can be taken away.”

I stare at her with gritted teeth. Rage coursing through my body at the truth that she just revealed. “You killed my father?”

“Yes.” She succinctly states. “Only after he aided in killing mine first.”

A growl erupts from my chest. But it was not my wolfs doing. That was all me.

“Now, now. See why I needed the restraints. You’re not thinking clearly. I was, as a young child, just doing what you as a fully grown and newly turned wolf were looking to come do. To find answers and dole out justice. You, the man, may be particularly unhappy with this cruel turn of fate. But how does your wolf feel?”

“What does he have to do with this?”

“Everything.” She looks me deep into my eyes. “He’s what brought you to find me in the meadow. You may have been in my woods searching for answers, but he felt drawn here.”

“And you're sure of that?”

“Deadly.” She says with confidence.

We sit in silence for a moment. Never once breaking eye contact. My wolf paces back and forth in my head. But not from anger or bloodlust. No, he’s mad at me for not understanding her position. She is strong and resilient. The perfect mate for us, he says.

As my wolf and I argue, Jax walks over to where Selene has been perched on a desk. “Your body is practically vibrating with pent up energy, darlin. It’s not just rage either. I can scent the lust in the air.”

I watch as he runs his fingers along her cheek and throat. She leans into his touch, as if it's a soothing balm. “I can’t help the way my body reacts to the Alpha pheromones in the air. Try as I might to stay in my right mind until he decides his fate.”

That gets my attention. “Decide my fate?”

“Yes. It is no coincidence you are here, in my manor. Especially being such a newly turned wolf. I assume you no longer have ties to the world as you knew it before. Coming from a family of hunters, whose sole purpose is to eradicate supernatural's, you becoming one is not welcome. No matter how that came about. I’m surprised you’re still alive to be perfectly honest.”

“My brother.” She tilts her head, waiting for me to elaborate. “He helped me regain my health and escape before the first full moon came and my death was sealed. I can never return home.”

“Home is wherever you make it. You are not beholden to one place, Dean.”

“Seems as if you are beholden here.”

“I have always been able to leave these woods. I choose to stay. Not just because my magic is powerful here, but because this is where I took control of my own life and set in motion what was destined for me.” She turns to Jax and smiles. “And what a destiny it has become.”

“Red, if you keep looking at me like that, that dress will be gone and your legs will end up wrapped around my shoulders. Caring not of our audience.” He growls out.

“He’s not going anywhere.” She looks at me. “Besides, he seems the sort who might need a visual demonstration of what it’s like to be mated.” A devilish smile adorns her face.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I challenge.

“Oh, but she most certainly would.” Jax imparts as he grabs the center of her collar and rips her dress down the middle. She has not a stitch on underneath. Glorious, sun kissed skin is exposed to our greedy eyes. I can feel my wolf licking his chops as we peruse the soft flesh with our keen eyes. Making note of every dip and freckle that decorates her body.

Her thighs are soon thrown over broad naked shoulders. Her crimson colored nails tangle in his blonde locks as he pulls the most sinful of sounds from her throat.

She doesn’t even try to resist. She just succumbs to the pleasure and lays back along the desk. Her free hand skimming her torso until she reaches her heaving breasts. I bite back a groan as I observe her nimble fingers teasing along the goose pimpled flesh. She takes a hardened peak between her pointer finger and thumb and pinches. A pinch isn’t enough for this vixen though. With her firm hold she pulls on the flesh.

Throwing her head back, she moans. I notice movement in my periphery, and shift my eyeline to where her Alpha’s head is set between her legs. It is his wrist that is causing the movement. Clearly his fingers are aiding in making her come undone.

Unlocking a crescendo of moans to expel from her throat, that grows so loud it echoes off the walls with her climax. It is a magical sight. As I bask in the intoxicating pheromones suffocating the room, Jax rises.

He divests himself of his pants and lifts Selene off of the desk. Turning he sits atop its sturdy surface and spins the Omega to face me. He kisses her throat, as he spread her legs wide and slowly lowers her onto his large cock.

I can’t hold back the rumbly groan that escapes as I watch her tight little cunt stretch to accommodate him. I wish it was my thick cock splitting her open like that. I’m surprised to find that I’m not jealous of him touching her. It oddly feels right watching her Alpha worship her. If anything I just want to add to it.

She starts to squirm when he bottoms out. "Uh uh Omega. Don't rush me. You'll get what you want when I'm good and ready to give it to you."

She whines but stills. Her heavy lidded eyes make contact with mine. My already tight pants grow even more uncomfortable. If only I could get some relief.

She is completely at his mercy.

"There's my good girl." He whispers along her throat. She preens at the praise. "Your pussy is gripping me so tight. Don't want to hurt you, but I don't know how much longer my wolf can hold back."

"Do it Alpha." She pants. "Don't hold back. I can take it. I was made for it."

Pleased with her response, Jax purrs so loud that I can feel it vibrate in my own chest. Making my cock twitch. That’s a first. Before I can think too much on that, Selene is lifted up by his two large hands, and slammed back down on his dick.

“OH FUCK!” She shouts. Those are the last coherent words she utters before all that escapes her mouth are whimpers and guttural moans.

She gives in. Allowing him to control her body as he shows me just how much she can take. My eyes are transfixed, watching her tight little snatch swallow his cock whole. Her slick leaking down his heavy sack.

The next thing I know, she’s digging her claws into his thighs as she comes once more and his knot pops. But he doesn’t slam it inside of her. No, he leaves it right at the entrance. Close enough for her to feel it but not for it to catch as he fills her full.

The sight alone almost has me coming in my pants. I have to bite my cheek to refrain from making a mess of my own.

He slowly pulls out and places her on her feet. She leans into him, weak kneed, as he kisses her sweetly. A mix of their essences trails down her thighs. A whine escapes my mouth as I have the sudden urge to clean the mess with my tongue.

She or her wolf, maybe both, must like the sound because her demeanor changes from submissive and sweet to wanton and thirsty. She saunters over to the chair I am still bound to.

“Enjoy the show?” She teases, as she stares straight at my throbbing dick confined in my slacks.

I don’t even attempt to put up a front. I want this woman as much as my wolf does. “Yes. Very much.” I try to wiggle out of my bindings. “Untie me and let me show you just how much.”

She gets, what I can only describe as a twinkle of mischief, in her eye and pushes the top of the chair back so that I am now prone on the floor. She comes to stand above me, legs on either side of my chest and unbinds the vines holding restraining my torso.

Before she has time to pull another trick, I reach up, wrapping my arms around her thighs, sit up as best I can and latch my mouth to her clit. Fuck she tastes even more amazing then I imagined. I don’t even care that it’s mixed with her Alpha’s seed. I pull back, run my tongue across her thighs and make sure to clean up every last drop of essence that escaped before going to town on her messy pussy.

I’m quick to sink in two fingers and find that sweet little spongy spot that I know will have her seeing stars. It’s not long before she is screaming out, legs quivering and digging her claws into my shoulders as she falls apart.

Before I can continue my onslaught, she grips my hair and pulls me away. I give her the biggest smile as I lick my lips. I can feel just how soaked the lower half of my face is and I couldn’t be happier.

She releases my hair and with a twirl of her fingers, my chair begins to levitate back into a seated position.

She bends over and pulls my shirt over my head. Her fingers ghosting along my torso until she reaches the waist of my pants. She unlaces them and places her hand inside. Her small fist wraps around my rock hard length. Fingertips barely able to touch each other. She gives me a few strokes and then finally pulls me out. Exposing my heated flesh to the cool air of the library.

She straddles the chair and places herself on my thighs. With a look over her shoulder she leans forward, presenting herself to Jax. He licks his lips and makes his way over. His dick rock hard once again.

He takes two of his fingers and runs them along her cleft. Gathering up her slick and proceeding to use it as lubrication for her exposed puckered hole. He teases her before slowly sliding one and then two digits inside. Testing how ready she is to take him.

Clearly she was primed to go as he removes his fingers, coats his dick in more of her slick, notches himself at her tight ring of muscle and slips inside of her. She moans sweetly against my chest as he takes his time taking her apart once more.

I am not content to just observe this time around and my fingers find themselves playing with her nipples. It doesn't take long for her moans to escalate and just as I think she is about to explode she whispers, “Stop.”

Jax immediately stills at her words. I look for any signs of distress in her eyes. I find only lust.

With a panting breath she speaks. “Do you want me to ride you Dean?”

I swallow and nod my head. “Please. I’m dying here.”

She smiles. “Jax, be a dear and slide me down onto his dick.”

“Is my Omega not full enough with just my cock?”

“Why settle for one knot when I can have two stretching me opening?” she wiggles her ass.

“As you wish.”

He pulls her back against his chest, still remaining buried within her cheeks, and takes a few steps forward until her glistening folds are lined up perfectly with my cock. He lowers her down onto my thick girth.

We all gasp. The sensations of being joined together getting the better of us already. I can feel as Jax pulls back and slams himself forward. He fucks her so hard that she doesn't even need to move her hips to ride me. Jax is in control of both of us.

I’ve been on a hairpin trigger since I watched them come together on the desk. I can tell that she can feel the ring around the base of my dick begin to thicken. A signal of my knot getting ready to pop.

She grabs my jaw and makes me look her in the eyes. “Do you wish to be mine? A part of this pack. Even with everything you now know. Will you accept my bite?”

Whiney but still coherent, I answer honestly. “Yes. I want your bite. Make me yours.”

That’s all the permission she needs as she lets go of my jaw and bites down on my shoulder. Her fangs breaking the skin, laying her claim to my soul and setting off both our climaxes.

Instinctually I lean forward and sink my teeth into her collarbone, completing the bond, as my dicks paints her womb white. Not to be forgotten, Jax pulls out, strokes his dick and cums. Covering the both of us in his seed in a claim of his own.

She pulls away from my shoulder. Lips stained with my blood. Hair a disheveled mess. I have never seen such a beautiful creature in my life.

“Son of a bitch.” I blurt out.

“Feels good being bonded to her huh?” Jax asks.

“I feel more powerful. Like I could run all night without getting tired.”

She looks me in the eyes once more. Her amber orbs staring straight into my soul. “Do you regret it? Tying your life to the one who murdered your father?”

“Not as much as I thought I might. It’s like you said. He did kill yours first. You only did what I would have and was trying to do.”

“So we’re even then Alpha?”

“We’re good, Omega.” I give her my most charming smile. “We’ll be even better if you let me fuck you and be the one in control next round. I don’t even care if blondie over there participates or not.”

“Oh I’m not leaving you alone with her just yet. Once that knot of your deflates she’ll be stuck on mine next.”

“Now, now. There’s enough of me to go round. I am destined for 5 mates after all.”

“There’s 3 other assholes I have to share you with.”

“Well technically for now you just have to share me with Jax. The other 3 are yet to be found. So enjoy the peace and quiet. Because at some point that will all change if I am to restore balance to this land.”

“So there’s no getting around it then.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Alright then.” I shrug.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. I am but a simple man to please. I’ll take what I can get.”

“Lucky me.”

“Most certainly.” I pull her down and finally get to taste her lips for the first time. “Fuck, I could get addicted to that.”

“Wait until she uses that mouth on your cock.” Jax adds in, biting his lip and grabbing his semi erect dick. “Wicked with her tongue this one is.”

She just throws her head back and laughs.

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